Author of quotes: Edward Handycam

All suffer the Treasury paper
Bureaucrats bubbling work like Braga.
Ink rivers, the shores cannot be seen,
Where drowned - Truth, Honour, Courage...

In the garden trees hushed asleep,
Herb Rosen - star pollen...
A dream turned into reality when touched
Your hands are on my face...

The old women of the village do not reproach
Empty, idle conversation.
Sorry to hear this, as men in power
All over the country are evil nonsense.

No, not at all dull life.
Although the lucky ones, alas, without exception,
They accept whatever they are sent
They are good - and hot water, and ice.

There are seven notes, seven notes, tiny,
They, like bees from the magic hundred,
Fly to meadows with flowers of gold,
That we give the heavenly tunes honey.

At the sight of migrating flocks of birds
I fall you say: - I'm Sorry, goodbye!
And autumn I just Try my dear
Lost time - catch up!

Envious of you in this life of trouble,
Not for you to drink the honey of friendly conversation.
Someone else's defeat warms you,
But chilly to you in the glow of another victory.

In bright day light, by the light of a star,
Nothing my friend, no sooner and no later...
Only deep peepers don't play,
The breath whose captivating and menacing.

Who is a Pro in poker, someone-duralon,
But each wall of passion beats his forehead.
Play, my friend, because whatever the outcome
Your will leave a place at the table.

Scientists with craziness - men.
Does their rage-pride does not relieve
In the desire to conduct weather
A would have learned to manage!

Whether for holiday, funeral salute,
Born in the dispute - in the dispute and killed.
Only fairytale hero will escape death,
As would be the scenario of fierce tales.

It's funny to guess what will happen in advance -
Unexpected snow, unexpected ice,
Only autumn like red-haired mongrel,
At my feet lie down and go to sleep.

Heavy heart from sorrow.
Words of bitter reproaches died away,
Let the word light in the end
The same as once, at first.

I'm up in dreams and awake - sleepy.
In my dreams I fly, love inspired...
But it is necessary to awaken from sleep,
All the same I am - only slightly down to earth.