Devoted ones ... they are so few.
Strong-willed men ... do they exist?
There is but one, the very least.
You know this one - this one is you,
You wanted more? No, they are few.
You wanted friend? Accept your rival.
You wanted sun? Yours day is nival.
You wanted help? You'll get no one.
Accept, that, man - you'll find it fun.
You hoped for trust? You'll find suspicion.
Your eyes are clear? They'll dim your vision.
You struggled for freedom? You are bound
And understanding won't be found.
No one cares of the others
No one sees us, men, as brothers,
No one's willing to escape
Bonds of hatred, minds of slave.
You'll find it fun one lonely day
To see those heartless as live's prey,
Theirs shadows dim the light of sun
For their hearts are in the run.
No love - but a despair, you'll learn one day - that's fair,
It must be diamond-rare for no one truly care...
Difference
I see myself between the two -
But one is false, and one is true,
For one is night and one is day
No matter what the others say.
The first is silent, first is cold,
One needs to be both hot and bold
To dare melt that icy heart.
Will you succeed? Go try it, but...
The second is both warm and kind,
It may be not so sharp in mind,
It may be not so swift in tongue -
But it had never-ever stung.
The first is like secular lioness -
It is the grace, it is the finesse,
It is the beautiful snowflake …
But what one's hands with it will make?
The second's like domestic cat -
To see you home she's always glad,
And she will rub about knees
To make you happy and to please.
The first is the unwilling one
To share moon, to share sun,
To share failure and success -
It's not accustomed to stress.
The second will go hand-in-hand
By any road, through any land,
In any way you just have sighted -
And in that way you'll be united.
The first will look but with contempt
If you have riches that not tempt,
If you first offer own love -
Like useful slave you'll always bow.
The second will ask for but love
That's warm as sun, and fly as dove,
Will look at you with gleaming glance -
And that's the main dif-fe-rence.
Modern One
The Modern One, I was a fool,
The Heartless One, I was your tool,
The Sunless One, I could be light ...
I am yet again alone in night.
You are the child of this age,
I am an ancient, ageless sage,
You are the youth in ages gold,
I am immortal, very old.
Behind my steps - the thousand lives,
Behind success - the thousand tries,
Behind my wings - the thousand dreams ...
I have redeemed own sins.
I am a star in darkest night
And for myself I'm own guide,
You are reflection, shining deep,
You have no wings, you like to creep,
You like to feed on own lacks -
The child, full of epoch's bracks,
I would prefer to leave you, rather,
There is no fate for us together.
You are the victim of your age,
But time will break this golden cage,
And time will teach you how to play
With love of other, who’s your prey.
With time you'll die in mind of mine,
The time will help me not to pine,
The time will be life's own sage,
For I was born in the wrong age.
So yet again I am behind,
I am victim of my own mind,
The time will help my heart unfreeze.
There is no one.
... Or is there is?
There is but pain
All I feel now is the pain,
All my hopes were but in vain,
And there is no one to blame...
Damn it, have I gone insane?!
Will this be all just the same,
Am I but a soul lame,
Cursed to be left alone
With no love, no hope, all prone?
If I'm such a foul man -
Then ignore me when you can,
Never giving any hope,
Never leaving me to mope!
Oh, my girl, but you insist...
Yes, I’m able to resist,
Yes, I may not surrender...
Will that help, I truly wonder?
Oh, I can bury my feeling
And become the coldest being,
"Normal" man without heart,
Yes, I can resist you, but ...
You will drop me soon enough
Just to find the man that's tough -
One, that's able to resist,
One, whose heart will never twist.
Trust me, I am used to this,
I do have to pay my fees
All in hope to find one day
Only one, who won't say "nay",
Only one, chosen for me...
I will find her, you'll see!
But for now I won't resist,
Have some pleasure, at the least...
People all walk strangest ways,
Passing by without trace,
Hoping to find love one day
And forget to say theirs "nay"...
Winter time
It was the time of retribution,
Of thoughts all dying in confusion,
It was one coldest winter day
When sun had moved off the way.
There is no hope for it to come
And all illusions are now gone,
The only thought that's left to pry
Is endless question - "Why? Why? Why?!"
Why to ignore without answer?
Why hiding soul in the panzer?
Ignored ones now maybe few...
Some day they’ll start ignoring you.
Why to give hope? There is no reason
If you believe it to be treason,
If heart belongs to other man
Then answer "no" - that's better than!
Why to keep silence when one "no" -
And hope will die without grow,
And I won't ever bother you...
Ignored ones ... are they but few?
I will not be that "spare haven"!
On death won't feast like bloody raven,
I'll find another, truly sun...
Вильям Л Саймон , Вильям Саймон , Наталья Владимировна Макеева , Нора Робертс , Юрий Викторович Щербатых
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