Author of quotes: Heinrich Heine. Page 2

Again in the heart of the heat involuntary,
Departed longing deaf.
Again, tenderness tormented,
Greedily we drink the breath of may.

Where, tell me, the one whose beauty
Sang you in the heart of the wounded,
Full flame magic,
Inspired and in love?
Oh, extinguished the magical flame,
Heart is cold and sluggish.
This book is an urn with the ashes
The love that burned.

Ah again the eyes that first
Filled my heart with light,
Lips red as before
Breathe the sweet Hello.
The voice is affectionate as before
What it heart dreamed of.
Only I not the same as before,
I apart had changed.
And though passionate, languid, passionate
These trembling hands
I lie in her arms
Full of bile, full of boredom.

Ah again the eyes that first
Filled my heart with light,
Lips red as before
Breathe the sweet Hello.
The voice is affectionate as before
What it heart dreamed of.
Only I not the same as before,
I apart had changed.
And though passionate, languid, passionate
These trembling hands
I lie in her arms
Full of bile, full of boredom.

Mockery evil thy mouth, threaten,
And anger Breasts are worried your.
The contempt of the proud shining your opinion,
And yet, my friend, you're unhappy as I am.

My angel, I wait for response
Maybe you were sleep
Odurmanili poet
In summer, the gloom of the forest.
But the face, and mill, and legs,
Those eyes the magic light,
No, such a lovely crumb
Will not create in the age of the poet.

I look in your eyes, my friend,
And off the pain of heartache,
I will kiss your mouth again
The cure gives me love.

Returnname in the gold chump
I will not burn incense,
The accuser I do not shake hands,
Do not worship a hypocrite and a charlatan.
Before the courtesan back bend I will not,
Though luxury it will cover the shame,
Don't run behind the mob at his heels
To burn incense to her vanity of the tyrant.

Better if you I have not met,
Queen secret thoughts!
Would perhaps pity
Would have been pale and gloomy?
About love I plead,
Did not trust you dreams.
Very quiet life I would have lived
Where do you live and breathe.

Better if you I have not met,
Queen secret thoughts!
Would perhaps pity
Would have been pale and gloomy?
About love I plead,
Did not trust you dreams.
Very quiet life I would have lived
Where do you live and breathe.

Professor us Department carried nonsense,
He talked and I slept on everyone's mind.
I was a thousand times more fun
Hanging out with Professor's daughter in the garden.
She told me the window was smiling blithely,
Lily Lily, my angel of the earth,
But Lily lilies tore heartless
Callous Philistine with a full purse.

I loved languishing and crying
But as soon as the failure
I'm a broken soul
Climbed into the pocket of someone else.
And face, I began power -
Because in the evil scourge
I often stole scarves
To brush away a tear of sadness.
And then I grabbed
And, as usual, twisted;
And prison, the Holy mother,
Was the son to heal.

In my dreams I caressed fiery friends,
I loved roses, Myrtle, someone's shoulders,
And sweetness of lips and the bitter sweetness of speech,
And the sad sad songs every sound.
But all the dreams were dashed away without return,
Favorite image came off like a dream.
With me only that, passion inflamed,
Obedient to the rhyming I have given once.

All is forgiven: to forgive took out forces,
You're no longer mine, but I forgave.
It is for others, the diamond light,
In your soul no light no point.
Do not mind! I was with you in the dream;
The night grew deep in the heart,
And the greedy snakes to heart dropped...
It's agony... I know... I've seen...