The late afternoon is slo-o-o-wly dying
and it is full of so many directions
maybe I used to be a bird - flying
that's why I choose the high intersection
I'm waiting for sunset to dive into Him
to absorb all of his sun-golden splashes
and I am drawing my gentle sandy iternity
upon the sky with my fingers ( and with lashes ;)
And I can feel it ... right onto my lips
something so warm, real, mystical ... lingers
something like whisper,a love-call from the dips
something like your kiss ,as soft as a spring is...
Нищо ново. Нищо неказано.
Просто... най-трудният път.
Онзи, дето минава отляво.
От който душите за дълго болят.
Да тръгнеш към себе си,
през тъмните сенки
на някакви призраци-страхове,
да носиш в ръцете си
товара на бремето
да бъдеш един обичаен...човек.
Да сипеш отрова
в листата на розите,
че утре,
когато пият в зори
да вехнат до смърт
крилцата на феите,
понеже Светът е различен.
А ти
не можеш във него
да бъдеш такава.
Понеже не трябвало.
Понеже е трудно.
Така че порасвай!
И стига си плакала.
Повярвай във някое
делнично "чудо".
Пусни еднорозите.
Отглеждай си...прилепи.
Понеже Светът такива приема.
Когато те питат
какви са мечтите ти,
тогава кажи им
просто:
"Големи!"
Задраскай дъгите
със черния маркер
и стига била си
по детски щастлива!
Това, не разбра ли,
въобще не е щастие!
Светът въобще
не приема такива.
Какво? Ти обичаш?
Но, моля те...глупости...
Това не е обич!
То е...
... дявол знае какво.
В света на разумните,
мислещи възрастни
няма такава...
наивна любов.
Въобще, Животът,
е нещо различно.
Сега тръгвай вече.
По трудния път.
Какво, че оставаш
безкрайно далече
от своето Аз.
Такъв е Светът...
Предвкусвам устните ти,
спрели върху моите.
Ръцете ти са пролетни поветрия,
отвели от очите ми покоя
на на набразденото от скука
равноденствие.
Предвкусвам устните ти,
шепнещи в косите ми.
Ръцете ти са летни новолуния,
рисували по мене ненаситност
в пролуките между задъханите
думи.
Предвкусвам устните ти,
върху спящите ми мигли.
Ръцете ти са светли откровения,
събудили копнежите ми тихи
да пожелая силно
да ме вземеш.
И след това оставям по небцето ти
черешов дъх
с кристалче захар.
Когато спя на топло във ръцете ти
а ти докосваш с устни
небесата ми...
I foretaste your lips
perched over mine
Your hands are merely
winds before spring
my calm days got blown
and the boredom that lies
into my everyday
equinox wrinckled winks
I foretaste your lips,
whispering in my hairs
your hands are New-Moons
that are rising in summer
they've been drawing on me
unsatiability,so much care
in the cracks of the words
now breathless, now calmer
I foretaste your lips
on my sleeping eyelashes
Your hands are so light
wistful revelations
they've woken my silence
longings and blushes
I want it so much ,
take me ,show me sensations
Then I'm leaving my taste
on the roof of your mouth
savour of cherry and crystal sugar
when I'm sleeping in your
warm gentle man's hands
when You're touching with your lips
my heavens (so so-о-о-othingly ...)
With fingertips...
(when somebody's playing Spring)
The Earth's taking off its winter dress
so slowly and easily , like in a trance
the hands of the Sun become hot and caress
the back of the Earth - just like a soft dance.
The mists are whispering in silent mornings
and winds are somewhere getting asleep
thrilling beginning is just round the corners
Earth blossoming colours will be here to keep
Under hot Sunny palms , in love so much
under the lips of a rain melted by thirst
on its skin will be bristling like a soft touch
it will wake up again,to revive and to burst
The air will be so heavy with cravings
it will lie upon the coming out grass
it will be so tender, and as a saviour
BREATHE me,
say no word ...
Please, build me a stairway rising up to the stars
till the cloud over there, with the pure white sleeves
kiss my tears so much tenderly (and heal my scars)
and then If You want ... just forget that I'm living
In my highly-built castle I will be staying
I will remember you, silently (my affection)...
it doesn't matter the wound smarts,so much weighing
the sharp end of knife was my OWN selection
It's too hard and strenuous to be together
we're hurting each other so much (and it's true)
But even that pain I'll admit simply there -
I can't do with You, nor I can do without you.
I am guilty. Throw me from the rock
the sea down there wouldn't cry
It wouldn't ask, it wouldn't mock
what I meant for You,when we used to fly.
Its waves would take my silhouette
they would entangle sea-weeds in my hair
they would scoop my heart until the end
it was looking for truth, up in the air.
And I'd hardly ever look for your own way
among all the planets (and I'd hardly cry)
I'm a colourless shadow (and often I pray)
but no light have I - to shine into your sky.
А ветровете ми са още необяздени,
понеже няма ласо за крилете им.
Запълват с листопади празното,
останало от ненамерени планети.
Накъдрят огледалото на океаните
и се промушват между сенките на Слънцето.
Пречупват се в напукани сияния
по пътищата на едно зaвръщане.
И все препускат по билата на небетата
по стъпките на облачните колесници.
Ала понякога съвсем, съвсем разплетени
заспиват уморено. И са никъде.
Понякога заплакват подир лятото,
понеже нямат усета за есенност.
И дъждовете зреят във крилетe им,
в неуловимите криле на ветровете ми...
My winds are still (and will be) unbacked
because there is no lasso for their wings
with falling leaves they fill an empty sack
what is left from unfound planets and rings
They make the mirror of the oceans rippled
and pierce through the shadows of the Sun
they break into a cracking sky-blue nipples
on the roads of return,and they come one by one...
And they still gallop on the ridges of skies
on the steps of the cloudy chariots of fire
sometimes they are all unknit from their flights
and they get asleep ,with no time, with no sire
Sometimes they are crying after the summer,
because they don't have the feeling of autumn
the rains ripe in their wings (and beat like a drummer)
in the subtle wings of the winds , Noone has caught them...
Може би за тебе съм я пазила
цялата си нежност. От години.
Да затвори белезите от порязано,
набраздени по душата ти ранима.
Ще те прилаская във ръцете си,
да погаля спящите ти клепки,
да те скрия тихо вътре в себе си,
в тайната къщурка на сърцето.
Да опитам с топлите си устни
да прогоня зимата в очите ти.
Да усетиш само с длани пулса ми,
после да го вземеш във гърдите си.
Знаеш ли...за тебе съм я пазила
цялата си нежност. От години...
И сега тя просто те позна.
Нека да е твоя...Позволи и.
Maybe I've been saving it - only for You
all of my tenderness for so many years
just to sew the scars of all cutting through
furrowed on your soul - so delicate,dear.
I will be caressing You - into my arms
and I will pamper your sleeping eyelashes
just to hold You in myself, so very calm
into a secret hut where my heart is.
I will be trying with my cherry lips
to chase the winter away from your eyes
to feel with your palm my pulse in my dips
to transfer it where your heart gently lies
You know ...I've been saving it only for You
all of my tenderness - for so many years
now is the moment - it recognized You
Let it be Yours ...Let it be ,please, my dear.
Ако очите ми откажат да се будят
и думите ти се разпръснат из вселената,
ако ти стана непосилно трудна
и се препъвам по завоите на времето,
ако по дланите ти паря, недокосната
и все избирам другия прозорец,
ако препускам грешно из въпросите
и все не мога да им отговоря,
сама ще разбера, че съм неправилна.
И че съм влязла през врата за други.
И че във мене само е останало
едно откъснато крилце на пеперуда...
Но въпреки това, било е истина.
Познавам го по стъпките в сърцето ми.
Дори да го превърнеш в шепа минало,
то винаги ще си остане светло...
A glow-worm in the dark forest
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If my eyes refuse ... to open at waking
and all of your words spread around Universe
If I somehow become difficult and back-breaking
and I stumble in all the time strenuous curves,
if I burn on your palms, though being untouched
and I still keep on choosing some other window
If I gallop through all the questions(so much)
and still their answers to me never linger...
I will understand that I have been wrong
that I have stepped through another door-swing
but I'll still keep something - on my way, all along
it's a very small piece if a butterfly wing
Even though (I will know) that it has been true
I CAN recognize it by the steps in my heart
and even if You make it a handful of past blue
It will always be light - (I won't let it depart)...
Понякога си мисля,
че съм порцеланова -
със тези чувства,
дето все се чупят,
със крехките си,
бели блянове,
които често
звънко
се пропукват...
И затова оставам
зад витрината.
Понеже
се страхувам
от докосване.
Стъклата сигурно
не могат да ме скрият...
Ще можеш ли
в сърцето си
да ме поносиш?
А аз ще мога ли
да се запазя цяла?
Или отново
ще се счупя
през средата?
И всъщност...
искам да остана бяла-
едно парченце порцелан.
В душата ти.
(когато се порежеш на порцелан, боли ужасно много)
Sometimes I think
I'm a porcelain girl
with feelings so fragile
and so much tender
and my dreams so soft,
as white as true pearl
that tinkle and crack
and makes me remember
That's why I just stay
behind the glass-case
because I'm afraid
of being touched
the transparent window
can't hide my own face
But can You then carry me
in Your heart with no latch ?
And will I be able
to keep myself unbroken
or will I again crack
... in the middle ?
Maybe, in fact,
I want to be a white token
a bit of a porcelain
in thy* soul...a white riddle
.....
(It hurts so awfully much when You cut on a porcelain )
The sky is sitting slowly on the roof
between a chimney and an old antena
the trees look heavy as an anchor proof
into the sea of this late-cracking winter.
The Sun was looking like a sailors' ship,
But it seems so boring this beach was for him
He took away all his rays and he gripped
a direction unknown with fade sails and fog dim
I suddenly felt the blue silence around
I wanted a rain to fall... (and it started)
in my heart - of a short poem I heard the sound
I realized that I've missed You, Since You have departed...
In the gentle touching of twilight
under the first arising night star
The Moon is now trying to cry from its height
but It turns in a silence, like a small tiny scar
Transparent bird-songs got all torn away
out of the branches of those trees around
the wind absent-minded scattered their pray
and the tune reached the sky -a true heaven sound
The city put on her dark night attire
with so multicolourful beam neon lights
and then it whispered in my ear my desire
that you're waiting for me ,that You're the Right
And I was bringing to you some sunny seeds
and some words that make you stand on ends- bristling
please wait for me,I know you hear me, indeed
I've started on the Moon rays ( to You ) - wind is whistling...
английски превод yanbibiyan
Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark - Walking on the Milky Way
Enigma - Goodbye Milky way (Unofficial Video)(dodese)
Magical time. The Moon is now counting
the steep intersections into the sky
some kind of a wind is flying around me
near a small greenish planet,looking quite shy
In the little red vase some flowers are sighing
and the wall clock is picking over the seconds
somewhere a wondrous star is high-flying
and somewhere else - a true miracle reckons
I am starting ( AGAIN ) on the Milky way
and all directions are true and so right
and under me the smiling town blinks away
because It knows - It is you I will find...
This sunshine ray is exactly like You -
wriggling through clouds, making sun-spots
arranging some ridiculous sunflowers (impromptu)
upon the sulky mosaic, uneven with knots
On my sleeve it is tacking some shady stripes
then it is entering gently my cup of tea
the tea all becomes all shiny and ripe
from this "opionated" light that I see
At last, it stops in my eyes for a while
and it puts in them some pieces of amber
then it goes away, leaving a smile
and also a speck of warmth and some sun-burn...
Tell me the way your silence's looking for me
the way almost breathless it is spelling my name
how I'm walking your palm-lines to be
the way I'm crossing your heart-line , like flame
Tell me the way the words are then fading
into the corner of your lips much too dry
how then the sky starts crying Moon-shaded
into a shirt of a cloud torn and high...
Tell me about it ... cast your magical spell
somehow to get to your dream through the distance
in your palms then hide me and keep me well
silent-small, immaterial, Yours and ...existent...
Am I not equal to You , I don't know ?
I am quite difficult even for my own being
at the end of the world I live within my soul
within a forgotten Full-Moon that is bleeding
Sunrises I wake up , about five a.m.
and then I'm walking them over the sea
I made my heart of shells , sometimes gems
I find in them ,in fact more than rarely
Sometimes I love ,only You , not another
and real I am, like a genuine girl
and a sorceress I am , and a bit Southern
but I don't say "I love You" from the end of the world
Because I'm afriad you may break into pieces
it will be because of the love into me
I don't wanna lose you (nor one of your kisses)
and silent I stay, the Universe may have seen...
The Lunar woken winds are perching silently
upon the sleeping trees - out in the night
the sleeping window is now to me smiling
throught the thin colour curtain - behind the light
It is deaming the way You'll walk by tomorrow
along this very street , at ten minutes past three
the way You will stop with a smile and no sorrow
then everything's easy , and always will be
You will recognize me - only by my dark eyes
then you will kiss me - tenderly , beaming
How do I know it? ... Don't ask - no suprise
'cos this window now is sleeping and dreaming...
Take away this sky, it is so bitter
from clouds overdrunk with heavy rainfall
even birds made of paper would probably dither
and wouldn't dare to spread their wings up, at all
Take away this sky ... and cover me all
with a leaf of a poppy - to make me warm
then make the hot Sun embroider spring call
on my shoulders with its sharpened rays- summer storm
Take me within You. And Be my own sky
draw a sunrise with your lips on my face
This is the one and only way to survive,
and be myself - A million-colour grace...
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...And then the rainbow will even envy
the multicolours of your tender soul
and it will probably silently send me
a touch of the orange, blue, yellow and all...