Author of quotes: Bulat Okudzhava. Page 3

You flow like a river.
Strange name.
And the asphalt is transparent
As in the river water.
Oh, Arbat, my Arbat,
You are my vocation,
You are my joy,
And my trouble.

In bright light, my joy, on a clear fire,
Go to the fire, my love, will find no difficulty.

And again he goes alone, without a road in the dark,
Where are you going, because the night came to their eyes?
"Are you lost my sweet?" - I shouted to him,
And he answers: "Oh, if I knew it myself..."

And where did this bright light, why not burn?
A hundred years back I sky night shoulder...

Autumn bitter tea,
pie with mushrooms
and late hour to say goodbye and to forgive.

Let's live around each other indulging,
The more that life is so short.

It is not necessary to attach significance to slander,
Because sadness always coexists with love.

And yet I sometimes over our victories
Stand up pedestals, which above victories.

Everyone writes as he hears,
Everyone hears, how he breathes,
As he breathes, and writes
Not trying to please...
Nature has wanted so
Why is none of our business
What-not for us to judge.

The best times are those times that may come, but for some reason never come.

Life longer than hope,
But shorter than love.

The money is spent and torn,
forgotten words,
trampled grass,
only the faces remain
and familiar eyes...

Let's shout to admire each other.
Bombastic words do not be afraid.
Let's tell each other compliments
it's all of love the happy moments.

Don't make fun of people mowed
glory, gold and deception.