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Lonely picture of Forgotten Dreams
Писатель: Агатьев Валерий Иванович
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my poetry in English
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M Y P O E T R Y Lonely Picture of Forgotten Dreams (1/11/2003-2004-2005-2007) * * * Sometimes, when the wind rushes my forgotten dreams, I watch in the silence and see the stars are transformed in springs. The springs of my hope. And I remember you, whenever we're apart, You'll always be in my romantic heart. * * * Wake, oh, waves of my sorrow, Cause everyone has his tomorrow. Do not take away my dreams, Just look in my eyes, see my fears Can you tell me why I am here? When she does not hear, My sorrow and my dreams.... * * * There are moments when I feel like believing In those fading dreams, and fight my sorrow and gain that feeling, Feeling of life. Say that there is no tomorrow, Say that there is no yesterday, All I had is blown away, By the wind of change. Can you feel its wings? That only sorrow brings? Oh, be ready to live and die, Be ready to love and lie, Be ready for hatred and smile, Be ready for lonely time. 'Cause there is always wind of change... *** Lonely Pilgrim in Garden of Life. Destiny, how often I thought 'bout you, And what it gives when I deny you. Too late to catch the wings of rainbow, Too late to think about days of sorrow, Oh, my forgotten youth. See, I am good at harming people, Breaking those brilliant hearts. Look at me, I am bringer of sorrow, Evil breads, not love, no tomorrow For those who are on the wings On wings of my sorrow. Ride the dragon And you will see the lion, A nature of fire and ice. Oh, destiny should I becalm for ever.... * * * Lion and dragon over the rainbow Catch the bird of tomorrow, Look how they glide in the air, Two fiercing creatures. Are they alive? Are they so blind? Who can catch that beautiful bird of tomorrow? That flies over mountains, seeding my sorrow. Nor me, nor you. Many centuries ago I was a wizard, stargazer, and snow I was a mighty wind, that opened the cemetery gates and so, Now I became a usual man. That kind that is useless to world. Remember, my magic healed the wounds of your soul, What happened to me? I've lost it all. They say we don't need these magic things, The wisest say we don't need your romantic dreams. How can I destroy my fantastic world? Forgive that place, deny my Lord, Who brings colours of life.... Somewhere in time, we will be together, Over the rainbow, we find our weather. Sun will follow our jolly souls, Protecting from rain and mighty storms. Somewhere in time, when I'll be eternal, I think about love that joins us together...forever Lonely shepherd of my dreams
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