V. Speys "Philosophy of Love"

And the grass inВ the meadows is thick,

And on the lake reeds.

Everything is familiar inВ the home side,

There the singing spring is noisy.

Then you went down theВ path

The look me, as now, beckons.

IВ forget you, you know, not inВ power,

Blue eyed taleВ me.

And the glade that IВ oftenВ see

There inВ our birch paradise.

IВ would forget this garden spring,

What do you remember with your color?

The roar ofВ bees, the aroma ofВ healing,

And your sparkling look.

IВ would forget this first autumn,

What broke my love.

Only memory has become gray,

IВ recognize you and myself inВ it paradise.

InВ aВ fit ofВ aВ timid fairy tale Spring

Reddish groves ofВ larches are empty.

And the voices ofВ birds, migrants, choir

Sings. Trees listen naked

Spring aВ diverse voices bird.

Carpets, faded herbsВ dry

Spring laid aВ field and meadows.

And the sky looks with puddles blueВ eyes

On the gray hills ofВ haystacks.

Clear air with smoky distances

With an invigorating freshness his drunk.

And strokes cheeks with gentle palms

And behind him inВ the trail beckonsВ me.

And you go byВ the hand with the wind,

Inhaling the delicate scent ofВ Spring.

And the world seems even more beautiful

InВ aВ fit ofВ aВ timid fairy tale Spring.

Spring motifs

Cheerful rain poursВ warm

Runs inВ aВ stream, aВ water call.

And the cloud, the tambourine beats,

And him aВ shadow runs, plays the ground.

AВ wreath inВ the sky with aВ rainbow blooms,

Weave ribbon-lightning into braids.

And the wind sings aВ May song,

InВ the orchestra here, spring melodies.

Spring, as if the girl is leadingВ her

On marital dance with thunder.

The earth gives flowers inВ dowry,

And the sky gives the rainbow color.

Three poplars

– Three poplars stood by the road

With aВ branchy crown, noisy foliage.

Dressed inВ green, clothes toga,

They were the guardians ofВ the village inВ the spring.

Mats the sun with the firstВ rays

Crowns welcoming sunrise.

And Morning hugged branches-hands

Notifying people ofВ the day coming.

But toВ stand under the power ofВ aВ hurricane

Not destined toВ mighty poplars!

That, lonely, at the road mound,

Birch sadly told people.

IВ do not understandВ you

IВ do not understandВ you.

My love words are empty toВ you.

But IВ have no control over myself,

And forget the familiar features.

Forget your familiar eyes.

Weeping willow – hair.

And the purity ofВ the diamond,

Hot drops ofВ your tears.