"Н" значит : Надежда [поэзия] (Озорнин) - страница 6

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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"...

Зимнее время

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...
I am again in the run.
The time will pass, I will forget
Of winter sun that made me sad,
Of heatless sun that did but hide
And disappeared from the sight.
And as for you, I will that tell -
I'll say : "Goodbye.
Fare
Thee
Well."

Мудрость

Who is the one to do things right,
Who has the perfect future's sight
And who has will to gain these ?
Those ones who have - stand by now, please.
No one believes he can be wrong
Like weakling dreams that he is strong,
Like loony states that he's all right -
Just all the others aren't bright.
Like that it's normal to believe
That lonely men are always stiff,
Divorced women are the stinkers …
Yet all of us considered thinkers.
Oh man, it's common to believe
That death is the eternal grief,
That life is such an endless race
With wildly rising-dropping pace,
That one should never be alone,
That happy days already gone,
And world will never be all right -
Cause all the others aren't bright.
And it's all known we possess
The right to make some constant mess,
We call it "freedom" by the way...
That inborn right to fray and pray.
I just won't say that these are wrongs …
The hundred times it's sung in songs,
The thousand times it's told by lives
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