In your eyes
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!
Fiery greetings
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.
In love with the sea
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!
The clouds
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.
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?
