Нося скрити вълшебните приказки
зад трепването на клепачите ми вечер.
А устните ми ги изричат заклинателно.
Започват всичките с " Така далече..."
През девет планини, та чак в десета,
живея в къщичка и чакам Него.
Прииждат разни...Ала Истинския
май още път не е намерил...
Бродирам по тревите минзухари,
а вечер нося гривна от светулки.
Приготвям чай от диви теменуги
и спя във вятърно-лъчиста люлка.
Ако си Принца,дето ми е писан.
пътеките сами ще се постелят.
И не е нужно да доказваш на война,
че аз съм Тя - единствена за тебе.
Ще те позная. Само по звездите,
които както никога ще заблестят.
Когато ти напуснеш своя замък
към моето сърце да търсиш път.
Побързай, Принце...Аз съм тъй далече.
А ти май... все не си готов..?
Но идвайки към мен, хвърли си меча...
Не са ми нужни рицари.
Искам любов...
I'm bringing with me hidden fairy tales
behind my flickering of lashes in the night
my lips are telling them almost as spells
all start with "so far" ( sounding out of sight)
And over there , at the back of the beyond
I'm living humbly, and expecting Him only
many are coming ,he ain't here so long
seems he hasn't found the path is so lonely
On green grass I embroider crocuses
at night I wear glow-worm bracelet
I use dog-violets for my special tea
I sleep in swing of wind that's star-lit
If you're the prince who's destined for me
the paths will spread themselves for you
and you don't need to prove at war
that I'm the one ,you'll know for sure
I'll recognize you ,only by the stars
they will be brighter than whenever
when stone walls of your magic castle
you'll leave to my heart to endeavor
Now Hurry up,Prince,cos I'm far away
and you still don't look to be ready
but while you're coming to my heart
just throw your sword ,you still look steady
I need no knights , but wings of dove
'cos what I need is only love
Сега съм там...където няма нищо.
Където даже птиците остават без криле.
Небе без въздух. Гаснещо огнище.
И вкаменено от безсилие море.
Сега съм там..Реките са от пясък...
Луната свети с мъртва светлина.
Студено. Сиво. С остър крясък
единствен Вятърът се скита в пустощта.
Но някой ден ще се стопят скалите
и острите им зъбери ще рухнат.
Иззад стоманените тежки облаци
лъчи еуфорично ще избухнат.
Ще лумне ден. Ще бъде музика.
И ще мирише на разлистени треви...
Ще бъда пак... Ще бъда аз...
И ( вярвам!) по-щастлива от преди!
Now I'm in place where there is nothing
a place where birds are with no wings
sky has no air, and a hearth no fire
a sea that's petrified,hard weakness brings
Now I am there and the rivers are of sand
the Moon is up but has the light that's fading
and it is cold and it is dark, only the wind
is wandering quite lonely,vaguely...
But some day all the stones will melt
and all the peaks will crumble to the ground
and from behind the heavy clouds
the sun will burst wiht euphoric sound
The day will flame up, there will be music
and it will smell of grass and flowers
I'll be agian , I'll be myself
and I'll be happier than all my hours
Една умора ме обгръща с тежък плащ,
червен и хладен. Като силно вино.
Превзема ме на глътки. Полуспящ,
светът край мен е старо, нямо кино.
Препускат чернобели кадри мълчешком.
Един водовъртеж със бясна скорост.
Пропадам сякаш. Без подслон.
Не мога да изплувам...Или мога?
Къде сега е твоята ръка?
Не знаеш колко много ми е нужна...
Едно парченце само топлина,
и няма да изглеждам страшно тъжна...
Умората се стича като дъжд.
Вали по мен. Попива в сетивата ми.
А ти си толкова отчайващо далеч...
Some kind of weariness is falling like a cloak
my body's wrapping ,like a strong red wine
the world's around me and a gentle stroke
is taking over me - аn old film with an actor-mime
Black-and-white frames are moving in silence
into a whirlpool in such a hideous pace
and I am falling , there's no shelter for my eyes
can not see ,am I swimming...disgrace ...
Where is your hand that I am still seeking
and can you imagine how I need it to be
I need a piece of warmth to chase the creeping
approaching sadness on my face that I see
The weariness's falling down like a rain
it's raining on me and soaks in my senses
but you are away , can't fly back again
my strengths are all gone,my wings are wet ......................there's no chances.....
I tamed all the stars... can't you see
I think they can talk as we, people, do
they tell fairy tales to the bare lime trees
and make the cats purr,in the greary night,too
They've knitted for me a radiant swing
and I can shelter all my sleep in it
and softly cover me with silence blinks
before they burn up, when dawn has lit
I tamed them all, I know their names
each one of them I feel close to me
don't you believe me, do you live in frames?
well, if you ask them , you will see.....
Аз съм сричка от дума. Без окончание.
Мене ме носи дива вода.
Нямам изричане. Само ме чувствай.
После смутен приседни на брега.
Гледай морето. Там някъде крия се.
Вълните ме шепнат почти полугласно.
Живея в стиха ти. Не си ме дописал.
Знам , че съм трудна. И малко неясна.
Аз съм сричка от дума.
Така недовършена...
Ако ти ме допишеш, дали ще съм цяла?
А вълните ме носят. Съвсем ме разливат.
Побързай. Пиши ме. Все още съм бяла.
I'm just a short syllable, I don't have a suffix
and I have been drifted by stormy wild water
you just can't pronounce me, you only can feel me
don't be so confused, the beach is my quarter
look out to the sea , that's where I'm hiding
The waves are a-whispering in undertone
I live in your poems that you are still writing
I know I'm not easy ,misspelled ,vaguely shown
I'm just a short syllable, unfinished , undone
can you put an ending,a suffix to me ?
Will I be complete , will I become done?
are these silly questions to let myself be ?
But I am still floating along with the waves
Don't wait for too long, come over, please, write
I am still quite near with smiling young face
I'm still on the beach , and I am still white...
There comes snow, rustling from sky
There it comes - as a whispering...silent
Seems like true miracle, soft ,very high
Casting a spell over world without violence
And flakes as light as featherly wings
Are landing timidly over my lashes
I'm almost a princess, I bashfully I wink
Where is the prince over me to have crushes...?
Come on white feathers, just a bit more
Please ,do complete this magical drawing
He will be here , He'll knock on my door
Someday... when out is just dawning...
Двете гривни на моята китка
уморено подрънкват. Заспиват.
Във очите ми всички вълшебства
като нощна река се разливат.
И съня ме обгръща - воален.
И мирише на мляко с какао.
А леглото превръща се в лодка,
със платно от едно одеало.
И отплавам.През гладко море.
Без вълни.Само с лунна пътечка.
А наоколо всичко е тихо...
и е някак безкрайно далечно.
Само ти...
само ти ми оставаш тъй близък...
Като бодване в ляво те чувствам.
Като дъх. Като шепот. Докосване.
Като влюбени утринни устни.
Остани. Има място за тебе.
Тази лодка е точно за двама.
Във съня ми е нежно. Милувка е.
The two bracelets on my little wrist
jingle tiredly ,going to sleep
all the miracles into my eyes
spread so timidly - river so deep...
and my dream embraces like veil
and it smells like cocoa with milk
and my bed is a boat on the sail
with a blanket of cotton and silk
Here I sail in the calm and soft water
with no waves ,with a narrow Moon path
There is silence all over this quarter
though it seems so far in the dark...
only you stay so close and so near
as a stab on the left-side you are
as a breath,as a whisper or touch
loving lips gently touching a star
Stay on board, there is room for us two
that's a boat exactly for us
it is tender caress , evening blue
and it's somehow so far in the dusk...
Taking pink colour ...of last sunny rays
he knits a shawl and walks up the chimneys
his heart resembles a small writing place
where he writes his poems 'bout Christmas..
He sweeps the dusk and all of its tiredness
then lights the sparks into the window-panes
there comes a smell of sweet street coziness
and thrilled there are staying all houses' gates
It melts away together with the sunset
it's on the way to reach his favourite star
only the shawl is there to remind us
that he has been , and left a tiny scar...
Before I was born-I was a ray of moon-light
I painted stained-glass on miraculous sea
I sowed tiny seeds which grew mild as dreams
I doomed all the people -happy to be
Before I was born-I was a ray of sunshine
I danced bare-footed in glens with prim-roses
I woke all the swallows throughout the summer
I saw my own images in fresh dew -so closely
Before I was born-my hands made the morning
I raised up the curtains of fogs just at dawn
I turned on the Sun,I sent the Moon dozing
and all of your dreams I kept in my lawn
And then...I wished that I could love
and I was born ,a real woman I became
and when I find you I'll be light above
I'll know myself ,I will have found my aim...
Искам да си тук.
Да ми разказваш приказка...
Онази, дето много я обичам.
За малкото момиче и морето.
И всичко на прегръдка да прилича.
Да съм се сгушила на твоите гърди,
да слушам твоя глас във полуздрача,
а пък когато приказката стане страшна,
съвсем по детски тихо да заплача.
А ти да се опиташ с устни
да спреш сълзичките,които се търкалят.
Да обещаеш, че е само малко,
и в приказката ще е хубав краят.
И после да заспя в ръцете ти.
Уверена, че ти ще ме опазиш.
Дори да трябва с истински чудовища
във битка истинска да се сражаваш.
Мълчиш...Аз знам, че няма да се случи.
Ни с тебе, нито с никой друг.
А ти дори не знаеш,
че най- любимата ми приказка е "Пук".
I want you here
telling me a story
the one I love so very much
about the little girl
( it isn't boring )
about the sea ,
I want it much ....
I want it to be like a soft embrace
I want to be within your lap
I want to listen all about it
your voice sounds soft,
outside is dark...
and when the story happens to be fearful
I'll cry , forgive me , like a child I'll act
your lips will simply wipe away my tears
that will have come along from my eye track
and you will promise it is just a second
that it will be so fearful and bad
and after all the end ( you've reckoned )
to be as happy and as gay as lark...
and then into your arms I'll sleep
cos i will know that you will stay awake
and you will fight with all the beasts
and fight in battle for my sake...
you're saying nothing...it will happen never
it won't be you, nor someone else...
you don't know even 'bout my favorite book...
it has been called with strange name-
it is "PUK"...
В мене никой не се влюбва наистина.
Или бягат, или стават обсебени.
Заживявам набързо в сърцата им.
Някак кратко.Сезонно. И временно.
Или пък, се вторачват в очите ми,
сякаш аз съм единствено чудо.
И се мъчат да вържат крилете ми,
че летели били...пеперудени...
Аз не искам такова обичане.
Искам истинско. Като дишане леко.
Като чая във зимните утрини.
Като цвете край горска пътека.
Искам лесно и просто обичане.
Без условия и без да ранява.
Любовта , казват, трудна била...
Всъщност, май, ние трудна я правим.
No one falls in love with me really
men just run... or I'm their obsession
I start living into their hearts
for a short time, like their possession
Or they stare for long in my eyes
thinking I am some kind of a wonder
they are trying to tie my two wings
cos a butterfly they see... or thunder
I don't want such a love,oh,no,please
I want real... as light as a breath
as the hot tea when mornings out freeze
as a wood flower that has been left
I want love to be simple and easy
no conditions, no hurting at all
they say love has been hard ...are we dizzy
that we are those who are making it so... ?
Днес съм сън, изсънуван от някой.
Недовършен. И малко мистичен.
Подозрително цветен , усмихнат.
И на истина чак заприличал.
В него аз се разхождам по плажа,
а следите от мойте нозе
се превръщат във литнали гълъби
под стрехите на кротко небе.
После Зимата свършва. Внезапно.
И е лято... така, през декември.
А морето прилича на чаша,
пълна с пролетно - нежна копнежност.
А пък този, дето сънува ме,
плъзва длан по ръката ми жива.
И ме пита дали съм сънувала,
че със него ще бъдем щастливи...
После се буди. Усмихнат.
И е лято, дори през декември.
Той уверено влиза в деня си,
мост към мене навярно намерил.
Today I'm a dream, that has been dreamed by someone
it has been incomplete , mysterious - a slumber
suspiciously colored and smiling quite wide
but somehow it's happened to look like true sight...
And there I walk - along on the beach
and doves are a-rising from my steps and each...
each one of them flying, each one of them leaves
a line under blue sky , a flight under eaves...
Then the winter is over - so suddenly
and the summer is back in December
and the sea is like tinkering glass
full of freshness of spring - so much tender...
And the one who's been dreaming about me
slips his hand into my real hand
and then asks me if I've seen around him
if we can be happy - in this very land...
And then he wakes up... and he's smiling
it is summer out, although it is December
in his day - he is calm and he's striding
down on a bridge he's found...to my own gender....
And when the final silence is just over
when I've dispersed around all of my memories
my heart wil have become a fissured aureole
and will be bare from the hard-wind blowing
Then I'll be pure , I'll belong to noone
I'll be an empty sheet- expecting you
and all the water-lilies will have blossomed
and there'll written loving poems ,too...
Then will you come when I am so much pure ?
to be the one to write on that white sheet
to bring the crystal clear to my morning
to give my lips the feeling that they breathe...
I'm walking down,the lights are nightly
and winter smells of icy pendants
I also see the lit car-lightings
like frightened fireflies or their remnants
It's Christmas time,I feel the fireworks up,higher
the sky is getting ready for their blossom
it's putting on a beautiful attire
and combing gently cloudy hair with balsam
And I am here...looking forward
to pouring this waterfall of lights
it will be beautiful ... but I was thinking
I'll miss their tiny gleams into your eyes...
Your soul is there, in a thousand smiles
it's in the beach and in the waves at sea
into the twinkling of the moon that shines
into the darkness of my eyes that you can see
Your pulse is in the hearts of hundreds people
you give so generously from your love and sense
you give your hug to morning birds and ripples
and in the night you bring your soft romance
I love you just the way you are,
teenagers feet are wading in sea water
you're smiling boyishly,you're so poetic
a summer drawing , a port in winter quarter
It isn't easy ,but I try to draw you
because you're real magic and a spell
the words just fail me ,I adore you
you are a feeling,breeze,a heaven's bell...
ASSEMBLING MY OWN SELF
(joining the pieces of my own puzzle)
You keep my laughter in a tiny box,
you've written on it "HER possession"
and I feel silence into Christmas socks
the world is deaf after your talking session ...
And did my eyes went silent after you ?
and did you steal my gentle lips away ?
I 'm like a puzzle, jig-saw, is that new ?
I join the pieces ,very slowly, every day...
My hands are here , but they can not hug
my heart is thumping under own momentum
now don't you think that I wouul like it back
the things you've stolen or just "have rented"
I told you ,didn't I ? I'm joining pieces
I'm sewing wings , I'm almost flying
I'll draw the ones that have been missing
I'm no more in your world,there I've been dying...
Рисуват те мечтите ми - усмихнат,
забравил лятото за винаги в очите си.
В прегръдката ти сгушена заспивам,
а ти притиснал си ме до гърдите си.
Гласът ти идва тихо във съня ми ,
единствено да ми напомни че обичаш...
А устните ти - трепетно виновни,
ме карат да съм твоето момиче.
В сърцето ти-едно море безбрежно-
откривам своя тих, уютен пристан.
Рисуват те мечтите ми... А аз им вярвам.
И знам, че някога ще се превърнеш в истина.
My dreams are drawing you - a man, so smiling
Who has forgotten shining summer in his eyes
Into your lap I fall asleep ,while moon is riding
And you have hugged me to your man's chest-high...
Into my sleep you voice is silently approaching
To only whisper tender words into the world
You lips are trembling, guilty,delicacy launching
And make me feel that I'm your only girl
Your heart has turned into an endless sea
Romantic couplets I find here like a haven
My dreams are drawing you ...and I believe
Someday you'll come true,I know it is my heaven...
A portrait of a man(2)
My dreams are drawing you ,so smiling
Into your eyes the summer's never ending
Into your arms embraced I am a-sleeping
Close to your body warmth is what you're sending
Your voice is coming quietly into my dreams
It's coming to remind about your love
Your lips are thrilling,and my blame then sweeps
And make me be your girl like dove
Into your heart - an endless sea
I found my quiet,silent,cozy quey
My dreams are drawing you and I believe
that some day you'll be true and really be...
Pease caress me before I asleep
Hide your breath right next to my shoulder
And then whisper me that you are here
to forget that you ain't any longer.
Light a lantern made of shining stars
On the sky then, please ,write "I feel love"
I will know that it is only a dream
but seems real ,from wings of a dove.
Now,pleasе,hug me,before I asleep
Hide your palms in the dark of my hair
And the night will be loving , so deep
though the dawn will be sad ,in despair...
Поспри за миг, заслушан в аромата,
разлял се тази вечер над града.
Открий ме в него - плаха, непозната,
усмихната...и мъничко сама.
Като дихание във тебе ще попия.
По устните ти тихо ще се плъзна,
и във сърцето ти заключено ще срия
три капки обич - лек срещу измръзване.
Заслушай се - един уханен вятър съм.
Кристален дъжд за твойте сетива.
Излез на вън довечера и просто дишай.
Живея в аромата на нощта.
Stop for a moment ,listen to the fragrance
That's spilling over town tonight
And find me there -I'm a timid stranger
But also smiling , lonely at the site...
And as a soft breath I will soak in you
Upon your lips I'll linger like a breeze
Into your heart I'll hide 3 drops of dew
A remedy against cold winter freeze....
Just listen to it -I'm a wind with fragrance
For all your senses I'm just crystal rain
Please go outside and breathe , romance is
A vital part me,night fragrance in my veins.
корекция :
Just listen to it -I'm a wind with fragrance
For all your senses I'm just crystal rain
Please go outside and breathe , romance is
A vital part OF me,night fragrance in my veins...