§ "In Bright Rhythms" 📜

01. "Tale of Wanderings"
02. "Dreams of Rain"
03. "Life"
04. "Half-hints"
05. "Shining Lilts"
06. "Three Words"
07. "Alvedancen"
08. "From the Flash of the Creation"
09. "Painted in Light"
10. "I Like"
11. "I will Recognize it"
12. "Three and Two"
13. "The Sun Sees my Face"
14. "Describe me the Paradise"
15. "That is not True"
16. "You should Not"
17. "In the City of Lights"
18. "The Expectations of your Youth"
19. "Fall In Love"
20. "Snowflake"
21. "A Solitary Syrinx"
22. "Living Water"
23. "The Maestro of Great Talent"
24. "I am my own Sun"
25. "Asking for a Dance"
26. "I Give my Word to Understand"
27. "I will Wait"
28. "My Dream"
29. "I am Glad you are Alive"
30. "Rain will Wash us"

Where are heaven and earth
They hug each other,
Where is the rainbow of colors
It will touch your eyes gently,

Where the wind talks
It is clear about the concepts,
Let's write a tale of wanderings
For each of us.

We'll tell you everything in that fairy tale.
About the long journey;
Patience, doubts,
Guile, envy, anger.

About loyalty and betrayal,
Naivety, faith in God;
About the sweet ones in whose houses
There was a long-awaited guest.

Let's write down the upsets,
Successes and resentments,
Let's forgive magnanimously
For myself and the others.

And the sun will tell you,
It seems that we are even,
The spring rain with a thunderstorm
They'll leave you a little drunk.

And after breathing a lot,
Let's put an ellipsis.
Rushing towards fate,
Let's remember this day.

Being blessed by meetings,
Noticing everything else,
Let's enjoy life,
Justifying the shadow.

Where is the rainbow of colors
She hugs me.
Where are heaven and earth
Gently touch the eyes,

Let's write a tale of wanderings
It is clear about the concepts,
To remember the wind
About each of us.

Where you will see the earth,
In the blue sky's embrace, and
Where you'll feel how rainbow
With tender touch your eyes,
Where you can hear
The wind blows considering conceptions
We'll write a tale of wanderings
For everyone of us.

That tale will tell about all long
And winding roads.
About patience, perfidy and malice,
Envy doubts,
Of treachery and loyalty,
The faith inspiring odes,
About homes which for their
Expected guests were proud.

We'll write down all successes,
All grieves and all offence
And we'll forgive us kindly
And others we'll forgive...
We'll get that we are quits
With the words said by some sunsets
And after spring with thunder
I'll feel a great relief.

And after breathe enough
We will put three dots with confidence...
This day we will remember of eager
To meet fate.
We will be blessed with meetings and so
We will mention nothing else.
Let us rejoice at our lives,
We'll justify the shade.

Where you will see the rainbow
In flowers' embrace, and
Where both the earth,
The sky will tender touch your eyes,
We'll write a tale of wonderings
Considering conceptions
In order that the wind
Remember of everyone of us.

Dreams of rain through a transparent wall
Everything is in front of me in plain sight:
Their world is only dark in appearance. –
I came from them, and I will go into them.

Dreams of rain – dreams of the sky:
Forgotten, found, loved.
It will come back in golden bread
The memory of that,

Rains are like ghostly breath
And how pleasant it is in the morning
Fog. And there's a promise.
I didn't come with him, I'm going with him.

Like crystalline wall these dreams of rain are
In front of me, completely clear.
Their gloominess is just a semblance.
I came from dreams, to them I'll go off.

These dreams of rain are dreams of heaven:
Forgotten, found, native home.
Warm golden bar of corn and leaven
Will be the recollection of

How ghostly is the breath of rain and
How pleasant is light mist at dawn.
So smooth is promise wind will whisper
I didn't come with wind, with it I'll go off.

Life is beautiful, life is sad,
Life is a bit shallow.
Slightly fatal initially,
But she is dear to me.

Life is excellent, life is mournful
Life is gentle in some kind.
It's originally slightly lethal
But it's precious to my mind.

Half hints, half gestures,
Half a word, half a game.
Half-captions, half-tests,
Half Love, half Destiny.

Half-hints are followed by half-gestures,
Unfinished words, unfinished games,
A half-caprice of a half-jester,
A half of love, a half of fate.

In bright rhythms.
In the old rhymes
There is a charming fire.

In a strange faith.
To a greater extent
I need your palm.

In a nice house
In the third volume
I'll read about fate.

If I smile, I won't believe it.
In this one, it's not even a loss –
Rather, an acquisition...

I want to come to You.

Shining lilts and
Good old rhymes are
Full of charming sparkling fire.

Strange believing
Growing feeling,
Sweetheart, your hand I require.

At my sweet home
The third volume
Reads about destiny.

I will smile without believing
This was sooner a receiving,
Thought "I've lost it" was deceiving.

Wish you come to me.

..I wrote on the water with my sleeve
Three cherished unmaterial words.
Let the wave bring them to You:
Remember me over and over again.

With my sleeve in the water these three
Not obscene sacred words I have written.
Let the wave bring them to you from me.
Recollect me and, please, don't forget me.

And all evening, we twirling
In the "white" dance,
Not wanting to end the ball,
You sang "Alvedancen" to me –
I think I've lost it at this point.

All night long waltzing
Ladies' choice dance you
Wished the end of the ball never came.
Then you tunefully sung "Alvedancen"
And perhaps I fell for at that time.

From the Second of Creation
I'm been accompanying You
Through the Years.
The Age of Chaos
The stove will tell me -

A slab not of ruins and tombstones -
Light fiery ideas.
Unwritten manuals
Unusual super Children.

From dawn to dusk
I count your days.
I know you once could have been
To light the fires of passion.

Punishing and forgiving,
Remember these Names,
Who, with hope and promise,
That glorified the Times.

P.S. For their sake, until this century
I keep the secret of heaven.
Calling man
The greatest of Wonders.

From the flash of the Creation
I am used to count your age.
Age of the chaos formation
Will be told me by a plate.

Will it be a ruined gravestone?
No, it will be a lot
Of unwritten aids, uncommon
Superchildren's flamy thoughts

From daybreak until sundown
I am counting your days
Knowing you could somehow
Burn up fierce passion blaze.

All these Names you should remember
When you punish and absolve.
Promising us hope, they made
Famous the Time to solve.

P.S. For that Names sake till the present
I am pledged to secrecy
Calling any human being
As the greatest prodigy.

Your features and outline
It will fix the icon.
Written by Light
No brush or shadows.

So that people passing by
Would you bow to her,
And warmed by Beauty,
Their lives have become brighter.

Your features and your contour
I'll see in an icon painted
In light without shadows
In brushless fine technique.

For people always bow
Before it, when come near,
And warmed with beauty their lives
Become just full of Light.

I appreciate the essence of Autumn,
A season spent without remorse.
And then, the Rains
Whisper their melancholy.

Then, with Winter
We discuss,
Early spring hears
The footsteps of Summer,

Whoever comes
Will embrace you.
And as we approach the finish line,
The air grows cooler.

Sink into
The Haze of September.
Barely breathing,
Quietly depart.

I like the way that Autumn
Spends without regretting,
And then whimpers quietly.
Clouds cry by raining.

Then with Winter Autumn
Talks it over with smother,
After hearing early
In spring the steps of Summer.

The Summer that will come
And hug us.
It will get cooler some before
It leaves us.

It'll sink in
A September's rustling gilt.
In silence leave
Through woods becoming wilt.

Oh, and here's another thing:
Don't believe in fortune-telling.
They only bring pain.
Resentment, fear, feelings;
They force you to play someone else's role.

Just don't do magic.
All spells are powerless
Before the love that I asked for
Once upon a time in childhood near Heaven.

I recognize her by her breathing,
And jealousy at the ready.

And one more thing: don't trust predictions.
They always bring nothing but pain,
Offence and fear without restrictions
And make you act in another's play.

Abstain from witchcraft, I implore:
All conjurations as against
The love, I asked for, is a waste.
The love I asked once heaven for,

I'll recognize it by smooth breathing
And jealousy, it's arm in war.

Three hits, two hits;
Five steps in place.
The power of the Terrible
Flood expressed on a tin can.

Dance at night, dance during the day
Don't distort the meaning.
What you will see
Will be your measure.

Nine bars of silence
The most difficult thing to do.
The bridges back are all burned down,
But I will remember them.

Three laud claps and two foot stamps,
Five steps at the same place.
Represent the Great Flood's strength
Through embossing tin plates.

Dance all day and dance all night,
Don't distort the meaning.
What you'll see in dancers' flight
You'll be measured with it.

Dance nine measures. It's hard work
When you should play them silent.
Though all the bridges have been burnt
But I will keep in mind them.

Always facing the Sun,
Sadness for the Moon.
But still, how often
Did you dream about me?

Tell me how often
Have you been thinking about me?
Maybe because of this
You were losing your peace.

I'll trust you with my secrets
A distant Star.
Always facing the Sun,
With sadness, to the Moon.

The Moon sees my sorrow,
The Sun sees my face.
Did I ever borrow
In your dreams any place?

Please, tell me how often
Did I come in your thinkings.
And maybe I shattered
Your quiet and peace, miss.

I'll let stars in the distance
Into my secret sorrows.
The Sun sees my face,
The Moon sees my sorrow.

Describe to me what Paradise looks like,
And I'll pretend to believe it.
Wish everyone Good Luck
On their difficult roads!
I'll catch up, I'll overtake,
I'll do everything in time.

It's only with you that we'll know true Love.
About twenty years old...
You might ask, "What is it?" –
It's just the feeling of your blood boiling,
And it's also getting cold at the same time.

Please describe me the Paradise, dear,
And I will pretend to believe you.
Wish good luck everybody,
Who travels hard way!
I will manage the catch up, outdrive them.

Just after we're both been enjoying our love
For some twenty years... You'll ask me
"What is it?" – A feeling that boils your blood
And freezes it simultaneously.

It's not true - it was a long time ago,
Only in memory, only sometimes
Images of the past resurface -
It's time for the departure of the departed.

That's not true – it was too long ago.
Only memory from time to time
Resurrects dim reflections of sorrow –
It is coming the gone partings' time.

Are you kidding? - Ay, ay!
Are you not angry? No need.
Do you remember these people,
That you were always there?

They were with You.
And, of course, with me.
Cover with a layer of ashes
Anger, and loyalty - by the hand.

You smoke? – Tut-tut.
You're angry? – You shouldn't.
Remember the people
Who always approved you.

Who were always your friends,
And I never was friendless...
Cover dander with ashes,
And then gently palm faithfulness.

It was getting late... There are lights in the city
They were lit reluctantly and rarely.
More often than not , they were all alone
Belated passersby. Like a grid

The night suddenly descended:
Someone's windows were glowing in the dark.
She guarded the warmth of comfort
Without keys, my love. I'm soaking
Wet over there

Waiting for the mother hostess:
Her son was delayed. Well, it happens.
There's something else: he started hugging
Before going to bed, husband to wife.
And forgets

Schoolgirl tired lesson:
Tomorrow they will suddenly ask.
She's excited.
In the distance, someone pulls a black trigger.
Lighters. Finishes it in a hurry

The dress is new, following the fashion, Lady.
It's midnight: the city has chosen a dream.
Urging on his thoughts, the city lashed out
In the rhythm of discos. Looking for a reason

For achievements. We rest together.
We'll meet in the morning, swearing
And loving each other.
We'll hate you if we have to.
In the meantime, we're flying on
The wings of a dream.

Let's be peaceful. And in the city of lights
I can't find it anymore..
I'm glad, even very glad
A fleeting memory of her.
I went to sleep. Have a nice quiet night!

Night was falling... Here and there the lights
Slowly and unwillingly yet went on
All around the city. Passersby
Hurried their homes carrying parcels...
Like a netting

Then the shade of night fall covering
All with darkness left few windows shining.
Warmth of comfort was so guarded with
Love, which needs no key...
Look, who is whining

At a window? An old mother's cheeks are wet
As her son is late... well, it is common.
There's another scene, a marriage-bad,
Young conjoins are hugging one another.

Look, a tired schoolgirl fingers clips
Worrying about tomorrow's lesson.
In a distance a black trigger clicks
In a lighter... Following the fashion

A smart lady finishes her dress in a hurry.
Midnight came. The city fall asleep
Lashing thoughts with dance rhythms
Raised a flurry
Of bright lights... We're looking,
After having reaped

From our deeds, for reasons for achievements
In the morning we'll meet quarrelling in love,
Or we'll hate according to agreements.
We are on the wings of dreams. Enough!

Let's be peaceful.. It's impossible to find
Any light around... I am so glad
Soon sweet memories of her
Will smooth my mind...
Went to bed. And let the night be quiet.

The hopes of your youth,
Justified by old age.
Don't regret what happened,
Be happy about what will happen.

Dozens of roads traveled -
Don't reject both the right and the wrong,
God only knows
Who is strong and who is weak.

Don't regret the future,
Rejoice in the past.
The hopes of your youth
Will justify their old age.

The expectations of your youth
Your older age will justify.
Of things which gone try don't have ruth
Be happy with the things to come.

The scores of roads you have gone
Were whether right or faulty.
You should not reject them. Only God
Can know who's weak, who's forceful.

Of things to come try don't have ruth
Be happy with the things which gone.
For expectations of your youth
Your older age could justify.

You'll never forget
Fresh, clear and clean
Sensations that excite the blood,

When with the arrival of spring
Suddenly with an otherworldly force
Suddenly I liked falling in love.

They are quite unforgettable
Fresh and vivid and clear
Those feelings fermenting the blood.

That was the incoming of spring
When with transcendent fineness
We enjoyed our fall in sweet love.

A drop of water is frozen:
She became a snowflake.
And from an unreal height
She fell at my feet.

She melted away, returning again
To the origins.
Hoping they won't
Lonely

From billions of drops
None of them,
What goes into the oceans
And the sea.

Hoping to come back
To the height;
And it will gurgle in streams
In the spring.

Will reduce the heat of the roast
Fire,
To fall like a snowflake
In the palm of your hand

A beautiful girl,
What I saw in my dream,
With clear and bright eyes -
To You.

A drop of water froze and then
Became a snowflake.
And from an undiscribable height
Fell on my footsteps.

It melted and came back again
To sources.
It hoped that all the other drops
Which courses

Through streams and rivers to the
Seas and oceans
Will never be in loneliness
In their motion.

On visiting the skies
It hoped to sing
In merry loud streams
In early spring.

It hoped to smooth
The fire of the sun
And as a snowflake fall into
The palm,

The fair girl's palm, which
I saw in my sweet dreams.
Her eyes were clear, tender and were yours,
It seems.

The Lonely Flute
I played into the Night.
Why must We part,
You Ask?

The Flute responded to Me,
Continuing to Play:
"To meet Again,
And part Again".

I heard a Solitary Syrinx
In the watches of the Night.
Oh, why did we part, Dear
Please, tell me Tonight.

Playing tune the Night Syrinx
Agreed to explain
"It lets You get Together
And be parted Again".

And rain, and thunder, and lightning
Filled the Forest
With living water.

Somewhere in the Sky
Voices were heard behind a cloud,
Reminding me that there is no life
Without Miracles.

The thunderstorm, the rain, the flash
All filled the wood
With living waters.

And in the sky beyond the clouds
Voices made
Me understood
Our life is full of Wonders.

How wonderful it is that,
Forever,
Our orchestra will have
A talented Maestro.

He will be there for everyone,
With his light touch.
If you make a mistake,
He will understand,

Despite any doubts.
If you apologize,
He will forgive you,
And he will prompt.

And guide You.
Let it sound like
A melodious Symphony,
Where the word "genius" rules.

Over the word that is for us.
And for our orchestra,
He leads the way clearly,
A talented Maestro.

You may ask,
"Is he truly talented?"
Under the influence
Of those same doubts,

We will all respond in unison,
"Yes, he is! Because
Our Maestro
Is a Genius".

How fortunate that all the time
From depths and to the Heaven
Our orchestra is headed by
The Maestro of great talent.

It's such a luck, that our band
With him. He never shouts.
If you mistake he'll understand
In spite of any doubts.

If you'll beg pardon he'll forgive,
Suggest; he'll help his herd.
May loud our orchestra give
"The world's ruled by the Word."

Who is above the Word for us
From depths and to the Heaven?
He plainly rules the crowd of us
The Maestro of great talent.

You'll ask me if he is talented at all
While thinking you give me a challenge.
We'll answer in unison: "his talent is above all
Because our Maestro's a genius".

I am my own Paradise.
I am the sun and the moon to me.
Desert sand and green grass -
It's not hard to create all this.

I wish I could replace you,
Playing with the coolness of rain,
An image from a sweet dream,
But it's just not possible.

I'm my own sky, I'm my own earth, it seems,
I'm my own sun, I'm my own moon, it seems,
Green grass and desert send is rife
And the invention of it is not astutely.

I'd like to substitute, it seems,
An image from delightful dreams
For you, a human of real life
But it's impossible absolutely.

May I ask you to dance?
I've seen those eyes somewhere.
A barely noticeable soft blush.
It suits you. What do I see - a tear?

Are you glad to meet you?
Me too, me too! –
I've been trying
To find you for a long time.

Yes, it wasn't easy for me
Sometimes, but still.
We definitely have our
Whole lives ahead of us now!

Please, don't cry!
It really hurts me
When I don't see
That you feel good.

When I don't see
A satisfied smile.
Can we dance
With you again?

Can we always be
Just next to each other?
After all, we have already received
One of the awards -

Mutual Love.
Tell me at least with a glance,
Are we going to be together?
Well, I'm glad!

Will you be so kind.
May I ask you to dance, miss?
Yours were the eyes that
I saw in my dreams.

This scarcely noticeable
And soft blush, miss,
Suits you so perfect.
But what is it, tears?

Was it nice meeting me?
I'm so happy!
As I have been looking for you for
So long...

I've gone through a hard
Trial cherishing hopes
But now for the whole life
I'll take you along.

I beg you, stop crying!
It hurts me so painfully,
When I can't see that
You are happy and well,

When shine of your smile
Isn't entirely carefree
And will it be possible
To ask you again?

And will it be possible
For us to be coupled?
We've already received
One magnificent prize

Of mutual Love...
Please, tell with the eyes if
We share one fortune.
It brings me to skies!

I promise to understand everything:
Movements, hints, phrases.
To forgive, to hug a little...
And to get everything at once.

I give my word to understand
Your movements, hints, your puzzling phrases.
I'll pardon you, I'll hold your hand...
I'll ran headlong through all the phases.

Lonely days, cold nights:
Spring has somehow
Passed by.
But I'm waiting for You:

I'll be waiting very, very long.
Even though you weren't
Expecting me
At all.

Days are lonely and long.
As for Nights, they are chilly.
The Spring has already gone by.
I'm waiting for You,

I will wait for You,
Really.
To unwaiting that's how
I'll reply.

The sun will set at sunset:
It will flare up slightly, showing its edges.
In a dull alarm, my Dream
Will be heard clearly.

I want to look at the steppe melancholy
In the background. I sing about it.
In a crystal clear chime,
I'll think about my Dream.

The dawn will dispel all doubts and feelings...
Of the tide that do not melt.
The freshness of creation
Will brighten my dream. My Dream.

The sun will softly fade at sunset
Flash out bright its crimson edge.
Distinctly in a hollow tocsin
My dream you'll hear with the bells.

Against the background of a steppe grief
I want to see the theme I sing.
I will consider my arcane dream
While crystal-clear sounds ring.

The daybreak will dispel misgivings...
I'll see creation getting bright,
I will not hide a surge of feelings,
Oh, dream of mine! Oh, dream of mine!

I'm not mad at you at all:
Resentment does not burn the heart.
Passions will settle down, that's just
A little time will pass.

Seconds, slowing down slightly,
They'll tell You
Where the truth is and what the lies are.
I just want to say, without hesitation:
"Thank You for being Alive!"

I'm free of a vain irritation,
Resentment does not burn my heart.
The things will have simmered, patience
Will help me to set them apart.

Long slowing seconds' vibration
Will show the truth and a lie.
And I want without hesitation
To bring you my thanks you're alive.

Rain will wash away wrinkles,
Smooth out under the sun's Light.
You've aged for no reason,
I've aged after You.

Dream, you're disappearing fast,
Entangled in the inclement
Weather of the years.
But you're still enough.
Both the chorus and the verse.

Rain will wash away wrinkles,
Smooth out under the sun's Light.
You've aged for no reason
And I looked younger in response.

The Rain will wash off all the wrinkles,
The Sunshine will relax them smooth.
You've grown old for no reason,
I've grown old following You.

My Dream, you quickly disappears
If You get tangled in Winds of years.
Your force is still enough, my dear,
For verses and for all refrains.

The Rain will wash off all the wrinkles,
The Sunshine will relax them smooth.
You've grown old for no reason,
I've become younger following You.