Vivid dreams. Книга на 5 языках

Look at the horizon
When the sun is rising.
The hand of time paints clouds,
Mixing all the colours.

In Paris

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-Еlysеes…
«All this in a dream’, – you might say.
But again, and again, I see,
I am walking around Paris…

Madrid

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.

Spanish guitar

La guitarra espa?ola,
Music like a river flowed.
La guitarra espa?ola
Told me all about her thoughts.

She sang songs about Espa?a
And about the real love…
Fingers danced and played so daring
Full of passion, full of life!

La guitarra espa?ola,
How I fell in love with you!
La guitarra espa?ola,
You alone – my destiny!

Dreams

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 chamber of dreams

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…