A little sweetness will bring back memories
How it was so comfortable and good with you,
How he suffered and suffered from eternal desire,
From now on, we are destined to be together.
And again I plunge into the ocean of your love,
With a sip I dive into infinity
I want to be quiet and explain so much
And give you the universe and tenderness.
Moscow is silent
Again silent, without giving a sign,
As if they are not familiar and not good friends,
So I want to roar, tear my hair and cry,
But I’m a man, and that’s impossible.
And again coffee is my great friend,
And thoughts randomly wander in the dark,
From experiences again I can not sleep,
Everything was fine for a week, but now it’s empty.
Again calm, like the moment before the storm,
I let you go again without pain and loss,
Without controversy and despondency, and come what may,
And I can not do anything, I roar like a beast.
Moscow is silent, as if it knows everything about everything,
Only quietly whispers that everything will be forgotten, it will pass,
«What do you love the wrong one, my naive fool,
He lives with another, he only loves you, hopes and waits.
Love is pure
Love is pure, unpretentious and young,
And never demands from you, never asks
Born to please us by fate,
Always takes us to a cloudless world.
She lives in the eyes of a child since childhood,
In moments of joy and eternal knowledge,
Joy has become long-awaited for the bride,
It brings with it all the tenderness and suffering.
She is barely visible and unpretentious,
In noticeable dimples on the cheeks and a smile,
What warms the soul, free, so bashful,
And it can slip away, it is unsteady.
And let it seem to you that all this is ostentatious,
Callous emotions, strained smile, tenderness,
Not everyone will be able to enjoy that spring,
Open up to feelings, be serene again.
After all, many are unaware of all these experiences,
Only know from movies and romantic books
Others were disappointed, for them – suffering,
And quench bitterness in the knowledge of wine, intrigues.
Love cannot be ostentatious, in quotation marks,
She was born to suffer and rise again
She lives only with those who believe in fairy tales,
And it will become pleasure, faith and support.
Love is different, open and naive,
A little hidden, wide open, where feelings break,
So demanding, sad and happy
But more often we are carried away into the distance as a sincere impulse.
Wasn t happier. And you weren t
Inspiration: Ivanenko Kristina
«Made for each other»
When the soul so asks for tender passion,
And a gentle look serves as a continuation of thoughts,
Suddenly I realized that only with you is happy,
I just love the way you talk and think.
I like to dream with you
And contemplate all the wonder you have woven
Crossed by chance, the world is so small
I feel an unbearable pain inside.
I like to dive into the ocean of your love
And draw strength and create a new universe,
And hear the voice and steps, even if you are far away,
And call you in the night affectionately under the pale moon.
And every day love grows stronger, betraying strength,
Reaching for you, as if in search of nirvana and grail,
Sometimes joy and sadness are torn apart for no reason,
In the manifestations of the soul, we were sincere and did not play.
Suddenly you say that «I was not happier»
And I will answer sincerely «I was not, even in my thoughts»,
Spring called and in our passion flourished,
You gave me the sky, the universe and wings.
At a glance
Inspiration: Ivanenko Kristina
«Near»
When you are cute next to me
The heart is beating, torn constantly,
Eat me unpretentiously with poison,
And only with you the fantasies are so real.
When you approach without looking up,
Everything inside is bubbling from pain and agony,
I’ve been stuck in your passion for a long time,
And I feel like I’ve been in exile for a long time.
Your phrases immediately fall into the soul,
And the thoughts are so similar and close,
I rush to the sky through separation,
And in this world, you and I are on the same path.
I see the look and feel the thoughts
How carefully you choose your words
And fortunately for our world is envious,
Gossip and rumors have not been so important for a long time.
When everything is like clockwork
Inspiration: Ivanenko Kristina
«When everything is like clockwork»
When everything moves like clockwork,
So I want to hold a moment
And rush like a bird to the horizon,
Towards