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greencatina @ 2009-04-27T01: 49:00

acantharia not found in Internet a poem Which Was occasionally translated into German (very good, but ...).
acantharia has found a poem on the internet , which was translated into German by chance (nothing particularly well, but ...)
acantharia found on the web verse , which randomly moved to the German (not very good, but ...)

So wenig Farben Gott gebraucht,

Wenn er besondre Seelen schafft.

Fuer diese eine sparte er auf

Ein Flaeschchen Tusche, schwarzen Saft.

So, Full of gloomy tenderness,

When she slipped into beautiful body,

As spindle needle, blunt and hot -

She flew on high, it was a song.

Orpheus' eternal elegy

Aurora rising jet

The magic fairies bright,

The tips of the Cologne Cathedral,

For thousands lyres not

to composing music -

from the roses, tears, light

Such a world they built!

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greencatina @ 2009-04-27T01: 49:00

You hear me, green river,
Glance water your thick deep and wise,
Beach yours, you fed,
bent over you polukupolom -
How many secrets of the great values
told them your course? ..
Even the sunshine in you, fathomless,
buried, even the sky-pearl,

Are these stupid tears
not drown and not be scattered?

you listen, the river green,
For anyone else it make?
It is not death man close,
It is not my heart in love,
It is not fear of a difficult choice,
Do not hurt me all the torments,
But the irony of fate barbed:
Whatever you dare - All topsy-turvy,

Whatever you do - not a - it is not so,
Whatever will state - not by those phrases,
However thinking - all deny reason,
from the aimlessness of whether, from which more ...
and walk - As with closed eyelids,
mistaken paths and rivers,
and cry about something no one -
still remains misunderstood.

really well and I live - the howling
over thee, river green?

If only the wind blew fierce,
whirl in a reckless dance,
Yes dispelled the thoughts of the field,
in my head would not let stay,
So that was me page pure,
was untrodden paths,

So that my soul was flowing,
How's your water, River Green,
To the echoes of confusion salty
would not whet her fragile, But
swept with a stream of fresh wisdom
Further, in a sea of thoughts человечьей,
held tight to the shore,
And the trees began to grow here,

To say мне заблудшие:
- Ты послушай, река зеленая ...

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greencatina @ 2009-04-22T00: 54:00

Спасет ли от скуки infinity,
When you know exactly: just ask -
And he will bring you
your dream on a gilded platter?
Sometimes much more important,
Wandering aimlessly, looking into the springtime sky,
chance encounter with her,
or not with her, but something just as magical.

Lead me, perhaps,
Dear fleeting wonders,
tactless mistakes,
Open smiles
naive and sensitive heart!

save if from fear to live life
attempts to drive a steady stream,
When the heart
from the simplicity and narrowness of the sick and sad?
And no matter how mellifluous
words "reliability" and "peace" and "order",
All your looking for the Russian spirit
Loopholes in the world is a dangerous and uncommon.

Lead me,
maybe I'll go for you as a wife,
by secret paths,
the mountains and into the abyss,
Everywhere should be.

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greencatina @ 2009-04-22T00: 28:00

Die Kätzchen spannt aus. The Kitten relaxes. Kitten baldeet.

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greencatina @ 2009-04-03T00: 11:00

Oh, how you want Silence!
Oh, how you want desolation -
to safely lay the shade,
To the motives of your soul
were thoughtful, and - can be heard.
Oh, how you want to allow
Their intricate Netting!
Oh, how you want to talk!
But no - not burning,
not about echoing rushing, nervous,
Suppresses all inside ...

But the buzz, but the roaring motors,
But calls to talk about everyday,
Stress moos lights
the workers busy corridors
City, Town Street,
City Transport, Twilight Town,
City, knows all by name
and screaming from the morning alarm clock:
"Do not forget me! I do not oversleep! .. "

And trembles platform, and beats all
In hysteria rattling Trains -
This town again you bears,
like a squirrel, on the eternal wheel,
quickened his pace, making the puzzle
of the cars, new buildings, palaces, bridges,
So changing world that the naked eye
unclear where that's the point ...

Oh, how you want to live - not under the clanks and knocks Metro,
And under the sounds of the organ in the ancient cathedral and sensitive,
And under eternity frozen either in a stained-glass pattern,
Whether there above you.
Oh, do not want to live under dimensional computer curve,
But beneath the soft tread of the weary wandering winds,
looked into when, why, then left home,
And under rustling quietly scrubbing the old wallpaper,
eye but noticeable only occasionally from afar
Absolutely strange animal ...

City noisy and fidgety,
City drinking your strength, it will not catch up,
City's crazy, and an evening of agony
Oh, you want silence,
Oh as you want desolation -
to quietly lay shadows,
to think calmly walked ...

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greencatina @ 2009-04-03T00: 06:00

minor springtime -
not yet gone cold -
What are you murlychesh the subway rumbling under
a train?
What whispering furtively, where?
Who do not you calm down?

Outdoor reigns in March,
Both air and pure and deep,
And the sun, curled up into a ball,
Kitten bosom blinks -
Ah, the age would wander down the street ...

But nagging early spring -
And the nights are still red -
What are you strekochesh with me,
Why you call for the return
strangled in the room,
in which the frozen winter,
in which both of us unhappy?

minor springtime,
Only shagnesh over the threshold -
asleep in the bosom ray
wake up and slip away.
silently rolled forward evening
The house zadyshitsya easier -
This is a quiet schebechesh? ..