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.
«The sea — in a peace, long and lethal — / The movement — as if vaporized. / The sea — as if, made from cast metal, / A mirror of purified skies. The stones, in hardness of doze, / The shores, by repose enslaved, — / Dream of the daring and joyous, / Honey and sour wave.»
«Just a few names reach us from the kingdom of Chronos — / From the previous worlds — from the centuries that passed; / Like the Altair's beam, like a star, these few souls / Through the darkness of times shine forever to us. And they pass by, they pass by, they pass by — the years, / ...»
«There is some subtle, imperious connection / Between the flower's perfume and silhouette, / Such is the diamond's invisible perfection / Until the facets make it animate. So are the images of ever changing fancies, / That, like the clouds, in the heavens race, / Turned into stone, they ex...»
«Three apples — sagas' favorite selection, / Three symbols of rebellion on the earth, / In endless gardens of imagination, / They burn and shudder in illusions' breath. Oh, you, an apple — the first peoples' lure, / You took the Eden's light of those two, / You sent on heads of people...»