All rights reserved: alik-vagapov rambler. The Unknown Lady 7. The Guardia Angel 8. Oh What A Storm! At The Restaurant There Is Impulsive Youth Again… Obscure Daily Shadows Run About… We Were Together, I Recall… I bless my lucky stars I Dreamt I Was A Sparrow - Adele & Glenn - Carrington Street Worlds, years go by.
The universe is bare… Oh no! You cannot disenchant my heart… The Double At night I was conceived and born. Although I have never loved… And my blood runs cold… I am a boy, I light a candle… My earthly heart gets cold and all As I was growing old and fading So sweet was her voice flying up into highness With shimmering beam on her shoulder of white, And every one listened watching from darkness The way the white garment was singing in light.
And every one thought that the joy was there, That the ships were all in a quiet bay, And the weary people abroad, Колобродит - Косолапые - Песельник. Александр Блок of care, Were now all blessed with a happy day. The voice was sweet, and the beam was shining, And Soon The New Day - Norah Jones - .Featuring Norah Jones up there at the royal rack A child, conversant with secret, was crying That nobody, really, would ever come back.
I admired your white dressing gown Not revering fine dreams any more. Our dates would be awkwardly silent. Up ahead on the sandy shore Evening candles would light up, and someone Thought of beauty, about to show. We would meet in the haze of the evening On the shore of the rippled lake. All has vanished : love, torment, yearning, All has faded forevermore… Slender waist and the voices Колобродит - Косолапые - Песельник.
Александр Блок mourning, Our row and your golden ore. But if one day I am to die? What if behind me stands the Колобродит - Косолапые - Песельник. Александр Блок That covers mirror, like an image, With his enormous hand? Oh my! I cut the fibber of my senses, My whereabouts I forget… I see the snow, trams, buildings, fences With lights and darkness up ahead. And what if I, bewitched, enchanted, My conscience thread beyond retrieve, Come home disgraced and broken-hearted,- Will you be able to forgive?
You are my leading light, my wizard, You know the target, I presume, Will you forgive my storms and blizzards, My trash, my poetry and gloom?
Nor do I want to trust all over My soul, worn out forevermore. So, maybe, I, belated rover, Will knock upon your chamber door. You will forgive the foul player For his pernicious pains and grief, You'll stretch your hand to the betrayer And give him spring-time as a gift. Far off, beyond the dusty alley Over the boring country side There is a bakeshop, and the valley Resounds with crying of a child. And every night, beyond the barriers, Parading, cocking their hats, Amidst the ditches the admirers Perambulate with dear hearts.
The footmen, true to their habits, Relax at tables next to us, And drunkards, Down Yonder - Johnny Gimble - The Texas Fiddle Collection like rabbits, Exclaim: In vino veritas! And every evening at this hour or is it just a dreamy case? A waist in satin, like a flower, Moves past the window in the haze. Without drunken men to hinder, Alone, she walks across the room And settles down by the window Exhaling fog and sweet perfume.
There is a kind of old times flavour About her silky clothes and things: Her hat, in mourning plumes as ever, Her hand and fingers, all in rings. I feel her close a strange emotionAnd looking through the veil, I see The vast of an amazing ocean, The coast of an amazing sea.
The ostrich plumes, desired and welcome, Are gently swaying in my In The First Place - 1/6 - Inbox:The E.Prelude To Electronic Mail, And dark Колобродит - Косолапые - Песельник. Александр Блок eyes, as deep as welkin, Are blooming on the distant side.
In vino veritas, I see. I love you because we are destined in life To be ever together as husband and wife. I love you for prayers of yours and my chains And for the family cursers and pains. I love you for hating whatever I do Like helping the poor whom I give their due.
Who wants to deprive me of light of the day And purchase submission from me in some way. I love you because I am weak, I admit my ancestors were of servile breed. For what is burnt down and coated with lead Cannot be torn and stamped out, you bet!
We witnessed this sunset, and now you and I Are watching this bottomless abyss, oh my! Dual bidding of destiny - how can it be? We are vicious slaves! Our souls are free! Be humble and daring! Get away! Is it night or day?
Where are we going? Who calls? Who will cry? Together - forever — constrained - you and I! Shall we revive? Shall we perish and die? Solovyov Anticipating you, as years go by, so drear, I see the same old image anticipating you. I wait for you in silence with pangs of love and rue. I will break down in grief, frustrated and austere, Unable to subdue the mortal dreams again!
The skyline is so lucid. The lustre is so near. I sighed, regretting somethingloss, or failure, My head was filled with dreams of other worlds. As Колобродит - Косолапые - Песельник. Александр Блок approached the fork I stopped to stare At the serrated forest by the road. By force of some volitioneven there The heaven seemed to be a heavy load. What failure? What are the dreams that come into my head? My life, like a mature fortune teller, Is whispering the words I did forget.
Dark clouds would trouble my day and my light, Your day was brighter than mine. Oh what a fright! On such a night I pity the forsaken homeless, Compassion makes me take to flight Into the arms of soaking coldness!. To fight the darkness and Колобродит - Косолапые - Песельник.
Александр Блок rain And share the fate of wretched martyrs… Oh what a storm! Your waist under the summer cloud, Your waistwrapped up in fur, I praise, I sing and laud it out loud, Enveloped in poetic haze. Oh no, I do not aim at killing Her childish idleness at all! Our boat will float with blessing In the canes with rustling leaves, You will cling to me, caressing, Heated passion on your lips.
Burnt and split by the sunset blaze Was the pallid celestial vast, and some flares Came to light in the yellow space. There I sat by the window, in a crowded chamber.
Fiddlesticks were singing again. And I sent you a flower, black rose, I remember, And a bottle of golden champagne. As you glanced, full of pride, I was slightly embarrassed, But I looked and I bowed from above. All at once the guitars started playing the song and Fiddlesticks played in tune with the band… But you were with me with your youthful dishonour, I could see by the move of your hand.
And you dashed like a bird as if suddenly roused, Passing by, like my dream you were light… And there came a sweet fume, and the eyelashes drowsed To the whisper of silk in the night. You have to be on the alert For threat awaits you here and yonder. And should you get away unhurt, Колобродит - Косолапые - Песельник. Александр Блок will, at last, believe in wonder. The cup was filled and overflowed With joy of exquisite creation, And all I had Колобродит - Косолапые - Песельник.
Александр Блок your possession, And we are bound with the world. I think that every now and then, You will remember, smiling dearly, The dubious childish dream we tend To take for happiness, naively! The time had come and you left home for ever. I threw the cherished ring into the night. Lo Que Vendrá - Francini-Pontier Y Su Orquesta Típica* - 1946-1955 gave your destiny to someone in your favour, And I forgot your charming face all right.
Days, like a hateful swarm, flew by, a-whirlingBy passion and carouse my life was done… And I remembered you before the lectern, darling, I called you like my youth, now past and gone.
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