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The night had passed. In the sky shone the morning star. I, too, was quite different. Still I'm a boy studying the Talmud, disappeared in the flames. There was only like me shell. Black flame entered my soul and burn it.

Once again, the evening is full of darkness,
Bells ringing in the far distance.
You're humming on the way home -
Perhaps, as the saints sang.
But you, rather, like a shepherd,
Hurrying his way of things.
And why is it so silent night,
But that star above the garden as trembles?


Quote in English

I think I was born under an unhappy star. My destiny to watch in silence die young.

The day is over, the lights went out,
waiting for far in the country us.
Bye! Hear the call.
Sailing ship is ready.
Fresh wind, wave running,
my way lies to the West.
Sea grey is calling,
a distant bell strikes.
Bye! Gave waiting
the wind at your back, sail swollen,
the shadows are long,
cloud horizon is pressed.
The sun is sinking head
there for her Islands,
where the rolling pearls
the waves lick the shore.
Will lead me there
Lone star.
To the Harbor light will come in,
where to find last house.
Bye! Waiting for space
eternal green pastures and mountains.
On the ship, on West rush!
Shine the stellar rays!

Unknown when,
Like a swarm of bees, their lives gave a star
And here they fly - speck world
Among the flowers and vines in the gardens of the air;
And each of them, his last round drafting,
Glistening in the darkness of night, and day in the rays of the hidden,
Having gone far, the tide is running in its orbit
And the sun-mother flechette like a child.

Je suis le Ténébreux, - le Veuf, - l Inconsolé,
Le Prince d'aquitaine à la Tour abolie:
Ma seule Etoile est morte, -
Et mon luth constellé
Porte le Soleil noir de la Mélancolie.




I am of darkness - widower - ridden,
The Prince of Aquitaine of the ruined tower,
My only star is death,
And my embellished stars lute
Bears the black sun of Melancholy.

Like the sisters, are fed by hand
A single of our mother Nature
Name the colors of the stars the darkness of the earth
And the star - blossoms of the sky.
Although the flowers from the stars removed
But the similarities all over their charm.
In the darkness of the equal beauty of the full
Flower smile and the stars twinkle...
When the white clouds of dawn
Flowers heaven's will fade and disappear
Dewdrop transparent - look -
A tear trembles beneath the earth star.

Dries bright tears of separation
On the head your.
You know, to cool down the enthusiasm and flour
In the heart on fire.
In sumerce mortal world, I know
All the change year.
Only in the sky, always twinkling,
Not quenched star.

Oh, Yes, poet, I will call you who you are!
The volcano that the clouds uplifts his head,
Brow your star shines,
All the depths of the heart filled with lava.

As a grunt in the army of red mist, Mogul Khan laid eyes on the General's title. Battle after battle he Gory proved their own superiority. Facilitated rise in the ranks and that without a shadow of a doubt he could behead a senior officer. In the seven-year campaign on Tysyacheletie Mogul Khan distinguished himself in the bloody slaughterhouses, and the star of his glory Shine even brighter, but the number of associates has declined steadily. In the night a landslide victory, he declared himself the new red mist General, and at the same time appropriating the title of the Supreme commander. Now, however, his squad wasn't a warrior. Many soldiers had defeated the enemy, but his axe had killed enough. Needless to say, most soldiers now never to poach under his banner? But Mogul Khan is not confused, because he knows that one soldier in the field.

Your love is like the morning and the evening star: it comes after the sun and rises before the sun. Like the North star, never coming in, weaves over our heads ever-living wreath. I pray to the gods that they hadn't forced her to fade into my life's journey.

- You allow me to ask, when did he die? Your first husband.
- An eternity.
- Probably, he was an extraordinary human being, inspires you after all these years. Star, forever remaining in the firmament of the heart.

The star is only the outer body. If a human being believes himself to be, then she needs to be treated.

And you, magic star,
Constant Shine
You heart sad always
On better days recall.