And only one time with a foam
Wave is rising and falling down.
And heart can't live with parting tone,
There's no a betrayal — only love.
We can be angry or be playing,
Or lying - but the heart is silent.
We never could produce betrayal:
The soul is one — and love is one.
Monotonoudsly and so desertly,
With only one quality is powered,
Life goes away... And in this life, well,
You know, that love is one, and only one.
Immutable — causes eternal,
And constancy - is deep as chasm.
And further - there's the way etherial,
And it is clear: love — is one.
With blood we pay for love entirely,
But faithful soul — quite loyal,
And we love only with one love rather...
Love's one on earth, as death is one.
Единый раз вскипает пеной
И рассыпается волна.
Не может сердце жить изменой,
Измены нет: любовь — одна.
Мы негодуем иль играем,
Иль лжем — но в сердце тишина.
Мы никогда не изменяем:
Душа одна — любовь одна.
Однообразно и пустынно,
Однообразием сильна,
Проходит жизнь... И в жизни длинной
Любовь одна, всегда одна.
Лишь в неизменном — бесконечность,
Лишь в постоянном — глубина.
И дальше путь, и ближе вечность,
И всё ясней: любовь одна.
Любви мы платим нашей кровью,
Но верная душа — верна,
И любим мы одной любовью...
Любовь одна, как смерть одна.
«Over meadow stands new moon, / Over boundary of dew. / Come, we'll make a friend of you, / Dear, distant, alien. In the day I hide, am quiet. / Moon above — I have no might! / I rush on this lunar night / To the shoulder of beloved. I'll never ask me, "Who's he?" / All to know, yo...»
«Mein Herz tragt schwere Ketten. / Die Du mir angelegt. / Ich mocht mein Leben wetten / Dass Keine schwerer tragt / Frankfurt song Teasing and tempting and playing / We loved like children, us both / But somebody, hiding a smile, / Set up the ungentle nets — / And here we are at th...»
«Tender caresses of kind little sisters / Are ready for you. / With the birds' songs, O the charmed prince, / We're waiting for you. / Branch drunk with sun, you grew, visage of heaven / Before my eyes. / Like a girl tender, like a child quiet, / All — surprise. / They'll often say...»
«Evening dimmed, like ourselves charmed / With this first warmth of the spring. / Stirring alive, Arbat was alarmed; / With sympathetic tenderness, the kind / Gale touched us with a tired wing. / In our souls, raised on a fairy tale, / Sorrow quietly cried for past things. He came — s...»