I ask the time to stop it’s going As can’t cope with the pain inside That’s killing my existence When you’re not by my side. In a sound of silence You’ll hear tears fall from my heart, You’ll see injured soul that suffers When two in love are apart. You make me dreaming Each time I look into your eyes- When two fates merge, Another will arise. And till I breathe, You are - my part, And I won’t let you go As long as you’re in my heart!

Still hear the flute play in a sound of Wind And see your eyes in Sun reflection, Still feel the soft touch of your hand And kiss, that burned me with it's passion! ...The words won't say enough As no word can express The whole depth of my Love, My Care and Tenderness!

Si tropezaste con un garbanzo, Do pronto los cielos perdieron color... No te apures de perder esperanza, Tu paso siguiente serнa mejor. Quien se equivoca aprende la vida, Quien no tiene faltas arriesga caer. Confнa la ruta por tн elegida, No podrбs conservar lo que debes perder. Con estos amigos, valor y confianza, No temas en ellos tu vida basar. Y cuando tropiezas con un garbanzo, Te hacen reнr y adelante pasar

Contadme una historia De vida rica y hermosa, De los apartamentos gigantes, De un varon esnob y una mujer quisquillosa. Quiero oir de las playas calientes, De mansions medievales recien compradas, De viajes por paises ajenos, De bancos locales y capitales privados. Justo y cabal! Que maravillo es, Cuando te reciben en un salon de barocco, Cuando te muestran un mirador holandes O un inodoro de Palma de Mallorca! Lo siento, amigos, pero me gusta mas Un plato simple con un trozo de queso… Solo ves la cara de duena y en seguida comprenderas: “Claro, menos mantel, mas mesa!!!!”

Esperando un dia la hora de noche Vio el sol a una estrellita temprana. La bella le echo un vistazo lleno de reproche Y advirtio que el no debia aparecer hasta manana. Pero la luz de estrella era tan magnifica, Que el rey de los cielos se le acerco Y con el rayo que le parecia pacifico Todo el calor de su sonrisa le envio . La Roja como le llamaban a la estrella No podia negarse mas a lo del rey, Y le mando su chispita mas bella Encontrado en lo suyo de constelacion El Buey. Pero la luna, la madre de repente aparecio. Claro, no estaba alegre de ver lo que pasaba! Asi se acaba el amor triste, que aquella noche nacio, Cuando todo el mundo se acostaba…

Nos regalan el mundo pero no lo queremos, Elegimos la casa de una vez construida, Encontramos el sol y en seguida perdemos... Somos los jovenes, los que aman la vida. Nos detienen los padres, es que somos fuertes, No logramos la ruta por fin elegida, No nos dan trabajar,los motivos son ciertos: Somos los jovenes, los que buscan salida. Y ahora sabemos que cruel es el mundo, Conquistamos sus partes, y la paz se ha ido. Soсamos con fama y nos espera la tumba... Somos los jovenes, los que se han perdido.

После урагана - затишье. Хочешь собрать воспоминанья. Они грудятся одно на другое. Ты идёшь по хламу разрухи. Не веришь глазам своим. Выискиваешь уцелевшее. Оно горько-солёное. Дорогое в прошлом. Неизмеримо в контексте настоящего. Ты идёшь дальше. На древе трепещет последний лист - Предвестник будущих вёсен. Благодарю

I beg for your charity. In sympathy with me, Give my mind the clarity, Ability to see. Can you be absolvent and Pardon for offence. Can you give your saving hand And another chance. I pray for your indulgence. Come back to me, my angel. Let me know you can now forgive my mortal sins. Give me your clear guidance. Don’t be a silent stranger. Heal your wounds. Rise again. Stretch your broken wings. Sorry for my blasphemy, Ignorance display. Be so merciful to me. Kneeling down, I pray. Come from the obscurity. I was deaf and blind. Now I need security, Restful peace of mind. I pray for your indulgence. Come back to me, my angel. Let me know you can now forgive my mortal sins. Give me your clear guidance. Don’t be a silent stranger. Heal your wounds. Rise again. Stretch your broken wings. June 1993

From early age till I get old I know the reason of my birth Love brought me, once, into this world Love is the aim I’m on the Earth Neither my schooling, nor career Neither my friends, nor business strife Can stand between and interfere In my priority of life It’s only love that really matters And all the rest is just background L-O-V-E are major letters When alphabet comes all around Love is the only thing I bring In all my mind, and all my heart About love I write and sing It’s what will never be apart 08-08-08

August night. No sign of fight Little town put out the light Children sleep. A woman prays A candle sheds its dimmest rays The signal to attack is set Skyline's turning into red Missiles launched into the skies Shelled and ruined town dies Mortal hail violates Precipitation penetrates Into buildings. Walls collapse Hostile army comes and laps Attack jets are launching bombs A death brigade invades and storms People hide in catacombs Shelters transform into tombs August night. And mortal hail Forces of peacemaking fail Breaking news. Newsmakers lie While orphan children cry Tyranny rules human minds Mass deception spreads and blinds Politicians act like whores Urging nations to new wars People, all authorities Set grasping priorities Don't be lied for their tale May become a mortal hail August 2008

Ka tev sacit milais draugs, Ko tu gribi mana mila, Var but rit pie juras braukt, Var but jaunu vistu grilu? Var but alins katru dienu, Var but snabis, var but pienu, Var but redzit savu sievu, Var but uzdzied dziesmu krievu? Nafig vajag tada dzive? Naudas nav un nave brivas, Nav ko apest, nav ko izdzert, Nav uz ko tev alu iepirkt! Musu Seims ir tikai vardi, Runat var par Dievu varti, Tavu naudu atn'emt proti, Iedot tev pastete sprotes. Ja! Es zinu ka tiem vajag, Negrib gaidet, negrib paligt, Negrib dzert un negrib eidit, Tikai brivibu apeidit. Sapn'o desa, siers un gal'a, Zivis smarz no juras malu, Tikai redzit sito varu, Nopirkt nav - luk tada kara!!!! Tas ir tikai joks. Latvija, tu esi maneja dzimtene, un es tevi loti milu! В.Збарацкий (Slaviks Zbarackis)

I like this beautiful island always, In the morning, and in the night! This island has a nice and gentle face Look on the left, look on the right. In the autumn, summer and in the spring, In the dark and in the light, On this island there is everything, Flowers even blossom at night. I look at big old buildings everywhere, I love your warm hands on my shoulders. I like this Leaves Park and Evening Square, I know - you feeling coded in a folder. Oh, England! Cloud a river silent bank I say to your bridges - many thanks. Oh, Wales! You have fine type on the sea Wonderful sunrise in morning I see. Oh, Scotland Mountains of a fantasy is right! In fairy tale it is removing here at night. Oh, Ireland your massive fields And big holms natural build. Four sisters live and pleased in this fashion We hear four accents in his conversation Grateful land and friendly is you, United Kingdom I love you! This poem was written together by me and my daughter Nina.

Love is an unexpected guest It knocks the door, but you cant’ hear It wants to enter your love nest It doesn’t seem to disappear But you have fun with cheerful friends You have some passions to engross Love gave you chance. Its patience ends After dismissal it withdraws You waste your time among you flames Your girlfriends always come and go You don’t remember their names You like to have them in a row And now that you are getting old You want to open your door Your love nest is becoming cold, But love is not yours any more August 2008

Two girls. And only one of them Could make my life and soul utter The other girl is not my gem She cannot make me love and flutter Two mirrors, couples of eyes The first girl's eyes just shine as ocean The other ones freeze me as ice They vainly rouse to emotion Two flowers. Two fragrances The first one blossoms in a vase The other one's my soul stagnancy It fades in empty broken glass Two birds. As destiny and fate One bird can fly in Universe The other shares cage as mate She turns my lifetime into curse

Please, don't play with my heart: I'm pretending to feel something strong, something hard, something perfectly real that destroys all my thoughts, that ignores my desires... Tell me, dear, what is worse: one more look? one more smile? One more letter? One gift? Cup of tea? SMS? I don't think I can live close to somebody else... That's no reason to pay for this feeling at all. Maybe you'll understand... Maybe no... Maybe no... That's all right... That's all right... Really, dear, I'm OK. But don't play with my heart 'cos I'm ready to fail...

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