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The spring song, you are in my heart,

Your image stays in my mind,

How the sun shines all day long,

& the moon illuminates the night.

Sunrise in the blue skies.

The dawn is coming with a light

In the pinkish haze of clouds

Over the houses of sleeping towns.

Delicate pastel colours.

Springtime is fresh and sound.

Created from sacred hopes,

In love with the scent of blossom.

The deluge of rain showers

The fields of blooming flowers.

Rain beats on green leaves

Reviving vivid dreams!

Emerald spring!

The golden rays of the sun,

Waking up from sleep,

Shine from under the clouds.

Emerald fields!

Mountains, like crystal,

Along the purest stream —

Malachite forests.

Emerald evening!

A weightless breeze is

Barely blowing.

Ice is melting on the rivers.

Happiness.

Quiet and loud,

In company and in solitude,

In nature and in the city…

It will overtake you unexpectedly

and then remain in a hidden corner

of your soul,

Only yours,

Forever.

I run from a height to the ocean,

The sea-green surface I see.

I taste the smell of the sea,

I feel breeze! I feel so emotion!

The wind blows my hair with caution.

The waves start to light up with

The rays of the sun through the mist…

I run towards my healing potion.

Poseidon’s vastness in motion.

A bright beam of light beckons me —

I cannot help myself with this.

I’m running towards to the ocean.

We were dancing in the moonlight

To the murmur of the sea.

We were dancing in the morning

To the rustle of palm trees.

We were in a dancing talk.

Step, then turn. The hearts are beating.

Question – answer – touch,

And the words are streaming…

We were dancing in the moonlight

To the murmur of the sea,

To the bird’s song in the morning —

Whole life dancing, it’s a dream!

We listen to a guitar sound,

with music we can dance for hours,

I look into your eyes…

They have so much of joy and happy,

love and fidelity, and passion:

the whole world is inside your eyes…

You smile to me with open arms,

I feel at home inside your hug.

I look into your eyes…

You know that days and years may pass.

The only thing remains unchanged:

the whole world is inside your eyes!

Salty warm drops of spray…

There is light in the grey.

That’s the orange sun drives.

The horizon makes bright.

From the sea a light breeze

Caresses palm trees.

The glass lies, heart-shaped stone,

Among shells on the shore.

From the colourful sky

The first ray of sunshine

Sends its fiery greetings

To the soft waves swishing.

Who heard the whisper of the waves,

Who fell asleep with ocean noises,

Felt peace and freedom in his soul,

He’ll fall in love with the sea, I know.

The rumble of distant cities has ceased.

The water caresses gently like silk

Drawing whimsical patterns in the sand…

Just sea-green expanses, the salty scent…

Who heard the murmur of the sea,

How seagulls squawking, rustle of palm trees,

Felt the waves rolling down his feet,

I know, he will never forget the sea!

What colour are the clouds?

And what if the outlines

Are right before the skyline,

Can you say, ’they are white’?

When sunrise or sunset,

The clouds are on fire.

A sun ray makes them rich,

Or paints them with pale pink.

Like a white-grey veil,

Mist descends from heaven.

The fog envelops seas,

Forests, cities, and fields.

Look at the horizon

When the sun is rising.

The hand of time paints clouds,

Mixing all the colours.

I dream that I am in Paris.

The Eiffel Tower sparkles.

It is reflected in the windows

And in the showcases.

I dream of houses and streets,

Remember neatly trimmed trees

And the clouds under the sky…

«When will I see you?» – I cry!

I walk along Champs-Élysées…

«All this in a dream’, – you might say.

But again, and again, I see,

I am walking around Paris…

My dear Madrid,

You’re alive in me

In the darkness of dreams,

Where are no miseries.

In me, you’re alive.

Reach me out from above,

From the darkness, like love

Breaks through to the life.

Querido Madrid,

My favorite city,

You are always with me!

Remembrance is heating.

La guitarra española,

Music like a river flowed.

La guitarra española

Told me all about her thoughts.

She sang songs about España

And about the real love…

Fingers danced and played so daring

Full of passion, full of life!

La guitarra española,

How I fell in love with you!

La guitarra española,

You alone – my destiny!

When you

Can in a violin song

Recognize your soul…

As if somebody wrote the music

From your heart,

As if someone heard screaming

On your inside…

Yes, it is you, eyes closed,

You all surrender to the sounds…

And in the rhythm of rock

Your heart beats evenly.

Yes, you love life,

And you rejoice at happy drops

That fill up in a moment

Your eyes —

You cry…

From an excess of feelings…

Cause… No way to achieve the impossible!

Forgotten goals

Become so real in a dream

To the violin song…

In the city life noise

I will hear your voice.

The face among strangers.

Is it you, my angel?

That passionate gaze

of your amber eyes…

I remember hands, fingers…

We hug… The wind whispers:

«Turn to me, honey!»

Is it you behind me?

I looked around,

but there was no one.

Only me in the street

In the rustle of leaves…

It’s just me in the wind

In the chamber of dreams…

He who was in love

will fall in love again,

cause the heart,

which has tasted passion,

wants to touch these feelings once again

and to restore freedom to his feelings…

Catch the moment,

If a chance is arising.

Never forget —

You cannot know everything.

Buy a ticket

To your favourite place —

A self-present

When you lose your balance.

Just say «Yes»

When you need to say that.

Change the world,

Starting with yourself.

Forget the words,

That have already been said.

Catch the moment

Every single day!

A pink sunrise meets the azure sky,

The skyline covered with the pale haze.

It is eye-catching: a pink snow lies

On the mountain peaks far away.

The wind rustles in the crowns.

And the crescent is still here.

In an amber dress, the sun is rushing

To catch up with the moon until it disappears.

A ray of sunshine chases dreams away from me.

The day comes in the golden dawn.

The dark shades away to the bird’s trills.

There’s not a cloud in the blue sky.

The wind blows in the darkness of the night.

Blue peaks are sleeping in a sweet shut-eye.

They wonder of a bright blue sky,

The golden sun of a summer dawn.

Are you sleeping, my dear, my love?

Do you see the mountain top?

Or do you look at the moon now?

Waiting for our date, dove?

Will the wind carry in the rustle of leaves

Words of love that I have whispered at night?

I entrust my secret to the faithful peace.

Will it touch your shoulders with a ray of light?

Do you remember

Cute features of summer?

Lilac-pinkish dawns,

Warm rays of the sun,

A subtle skyline.

Do you remember

Sweet features of summer?

How we collect flowers.

In fragrant gardens

Juicy fruits ripen.

Do you remember

Nice features of summer?

Purple gold bonfires,

Streams murmur in silence,

The crescent glows in darkness.

Do you remember…

That was the initial impression…

A moment of complete sensation:

Your gaze instantly

Left no thought, only a feeling:

Concentration and relaxation,

And loneliness instead of solitude,

Instead of sleep, only wraiths, —

The soul is waiting for a meeting to rest.

Your voice…

Your gaze…

Farewell, farewell,

My Love, my Love.

Farewell, farewell,

Goodbye…

Far away, far away

I go, I go.

Far away, far away,

Alone…

Come away, away

With me, with me.

Come away, away

From here…

I will wait, will wait

For you, for you.

It’s not late, not late,

Mon Amour…

Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve.

Holy night is over there.

Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve.

We were waiting for a year!

Santa Claus, Santa Claus,

Merry Christmas wish to us.

Santa Claus, Santa Claus

Bring some presents to the house.

Let it snow, let it snow

To hide all the roads below.

Let it snow, let it snow.

Let us party all day long!