A keresés eredménye

The Cherkess Girl

I saw you: hills and grainfields broad,
Manifold mountains' shrubbery,
Of nature's beauty wild and free,
Steppe-folk who have a happy lot,
And ways of soft simplicity!
 
There, where the Terek courses by,
A Cherkess girl I saw by chance
Enchained my heart with but a glance.
A sudden thought began to fly,
To trace midst dear, far cliffs a trance.
 
Thus soars the spirit of remorse,
Having heard tones of Paradise,
To requench heaventhirsty eyes:
Thus loving's moans and inner sores,
Til the grave, in the memory rise.
 

The Sail

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A lonely sail's white hue does glance
Amidst the gleaming blue sea's foam.
What shall he seek in farway lands?
What did he leave behind back home?
 
Waves play, the wind ablowing hisses
And the mast bends and creaks. Alas,
He neither seeks nor flees the kisses
Of happiness, whatso shall pass.
 
Below - the sea with bright blue grace,
Above - the sky with gold rays blest

She's Singing And The Sounds Are Melting...

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She's singing and the sounds are melting
Like tender kisses on her lips.
She's glancing and the skies're reflecting
In her divine eyes like eclipse.
When she is walking - all her motions,
When uttering a word - her lines're
So full of feeling and emotion,
Of wondrous innocence and signs.
 
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Had We Never Loved So Kindly

Versions: #2
Had we not behaved like children,
Had we not loved on blind impulse,
Had we not met and then parted,
Then we'd never known the heartache.
 
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So Long, My Russia, Great Unwashed One...

Versions: #4
So long, my Russia, great unwashed one,
The land of slaves and overlords,
So long, blue jackets, haunting, posh ones,
And plebs, subjected to their swords.
 
Perhaps beyond Caucasian ranges
I will be safe from your emirs,
From stern all-seeing eyes of strangers,
From their overhearing ears.
 
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