Песнь. Song

Зиновья Душкова

Песнь. Song

Celebration

Celebration of the holy day today,

And tomorrow will be clear again.

We can see the Sun in the sky, and know

We’ll have been to see one again tomorrow.

Where begins this life, its indication.

When with me begins communication, —

Ask myself. And when beginner letter,

First time is written on my planet?

I don’t know. But I can ask of the Sun

When did it arise in the sky? And

Behind the stars it is leaving

At some time follows so reddening.

At some time in the sky it is too dark,

When goes the Sun in evening back.

Because it must be everywhere

Where are waiting people with holy will.

Welcome my Sun every time,

And spill the light on every one.

I do know, you can make all people

More fine and sincere.

Good it is when you are in the sky

You don’t sleep at any time

And never I’ll say “good bye”!

I see

I see it is the only day today,

When can I do another will.

I make some time together

With the Sun a little warmer weather.

I think it is very good, when one

Has many friends, but prefer the Sun.

I don’t know where is the man

Who understands where the Sun does run.

Remember anybody, soon

They will be opening with moon

Their secret. Answer they with pleasure

To the question of the people and my star-gazing.

When did you go to little find?

I’ll be very glad to see in the night.

Where have you the bed and house,

Behind the planet does live my Sun?

I know so many stars

Live in the dark sky and away run

Early in the morning. Where are they going

To sleep and where are the rest moving.

I see in the sky so much light,

And see it’s their light flat, —

There is nothing from skyscrapers.

My friends

I thank a lot, my dear friends,

I feel your help every day.

I cannot see you in the space,

But do know, – each has a good face.

I think you must be very much in need

While does live here the holy man. All people

Believe in fineness, when go you

To help, but don’t they know who is who.

I’m so much sorry, my dear friends,

You help me ever in life mine, – thanks!

Where did you go from my planet,

When I want you give more help with merit.

My little friends, I know a lot,

Where on earth all is fine, and short

The road. When does the peace prevail

And you keep singing the song of mountain?

It’s beautiful this song, and never

I did hear on earth any better.

I dream with the song, but where are the mountains, —

I want to see them and spell my troubles.

Then we together shall leave.

And will the troubles never be in meeting, —

Good bye! I want to be very happy.

I hear the Sky

Sometimes I hear the sky, and see

What answer it gives about me.

Who does answer? Maybe it is the friends,

Or maybe it is my thought gazer?

I don’t know, but I must

Begin in time to have thoughts only positive.

If they are kind and fine, these letters

I’m very glad to receive them. Better

Preserve these questions from bad thoughts.

And all will be right, when you forget

The troubles, and the evil diddle, —

You have been happy! Need is for all people

Beautiful and far better life.

And always they happiness find

In the Heaven. And very glad be then,

Who find in the sky a secret theme.

Who understands, what will answer sky,

They so much believe and are fine.

They must be better than others,

Who don’t understand anything. The Mother

And father mine – you, dear Sky,

I’m daughter yours, and know —

You love me very much at all times.

I know

I know light is very good for people.

But don’t know they, when begins the simple

Shining on the earth. And don’t know when

Arrives the first ray for helping them.

Where is it going – a little simple ray,

Which is born and grows in clear sky.

They so much were spilling down,

And for ever they have been appearing.

I know, you love so much the dear earth

And want to help it at all times.

Around the planet you keep bright and full of hope:

Some time all people wade the dark rout.

You tell them every day about light,

But they don’t understand what you say. A pity what!

You sky don’t yell in their ears,

But maybe they don’t want to hear?

Believe I, you must be together

With people, and to make for them the weather

More beautiful and likable for ever

As long as you can do. Facing the darkness

Is very much threatening to us,

But are not afraid we. Only nice

I know will be on the earth for us!

Thoughts of the weather

I’m very glad, when see in the sky

The reddening Sun. Then all feelings mine

Arise higher, than what they are

When falls night. The Sun does

Awake me in the morning, I open the window

And say at once the words: I need you!

Where were you in the evening, I can’t you find

In the blinking sky, what do you do at night?

Welcome to the sky early in the morning, —

I like to see you. All my thinking

I address to you, and know I, —

You come from behind dark night.

I want to see you every day.

The weather been all right when then

Be able to see and feel Sun.

The earth be fine, and one

Will keep all kind and blue rays

Which are going on the waiting place.

I don’t know, what weather better

For dear earth is? And one letter

I write to sky, and ask I then, —

When is the better our planet? Am

I very glad to see life-sun system!

Believe it is nice

Believe I every time is nice,

But do not every day see best.

Where is this place, when can see I

The beautiful and clear sky?

I can wait for a lot of time,

When go and live on the earth mine.

I am meeting everywhere the day

With hope: now must be fair.

If there is life, must live it in hope,

And never lose I the bright dream and thoughts.

It helps me so much in my life,

I’m thankful, – they are very fine.

Believe I in you, clear dear sky,

I know, only you can my

Thoughts carry away from here, —

I need them, am happy and hope fully eager.

Sometimes you answer me at once

And promise life the best. The wings

Abandon me, – now is going the time,

A lot of troubles don’t let me find.

I must believe all the time,

Keep hope only in the sky, —

Sun shining giving fortune nice!

It’s raining

It’s raining now… Tell me weather

About drops, their secret glare.

Who understand my dream and thought,

When I can’t myself understand.

Of the time, when comes the rainy weather,

And raindrops fall on the earth so much,

I think, why does weep the sky, and what

It wants me to say about its grief?

Troubles causing who is? Maybe man,

Who lives here and doesn’t know their

Place planet is? When will they know

About the time which does go. Let follow

After rain the shine, is asking everyone.

What for he wasted so much time?

The sky and earth are friends! What answer you?

Maybe you think, rainbow can’t find who

Is here rakish, wicked? Most of all

Sky makes him growl, often the toll

Don’t hear from a cry they. So much

I wept with the sky, and don’t know what

Kept me so beautiful in rain or shine

And held my feelings only fine.

Believe I, teardrop for me any more hasn’t sky!

What to write?

I don’t know what I’ll write today,

But know, – it must be composed very well.

And must bring of happiness the feeling.

Today the Sun I can’t see while it is raining from the sky.

Was raining yesterday, and is raining now,

Tomorrow maybe the rain won’t leave the day our.

It wants to make every thing more clean and one

Can do this work by water. Everyone

Will see in the morning now, in so much time

How great work had the rainy weather done.

They just believe how clever is the weather

And the feeling will follow whether

Will be or will not to be there the Sun in sky, —

It must be there always. But time to time

We need other sights as well

Which bring for us more likeable feelings.

The nice and fine people are living everywhere

And have been growing from raindrops,

The beautiful and thankful words, —

I want about that to write. But little know.

Or maybe better, if I learn,

I can write words a few million.

But heart says to write about the sky short spoken.

To dree

Beginning of time about I never think

What does it mean one word to dree.

Why must I dree my weird, and why

I must be living so sad a life?

Behind I do not want to see,

But the future what is presenting me?

I do not know. Let me live

And say to the troubles mine: “good bye!”

I can be very patient, when

Come grief and misery, also troubles with them.

But I am tired, – always to wait

And ask the sky: when will leave me the night?

When the Sun for me at noon will shine,

And morning star bring the time nice?

I very much need beautiful advice, —

So rarely get it. How pretentious life is,

Had pretended – doesn’t hear me, nor see,

And doesn’t want to know about troubles around me.

I’ll call you, life, give the look one

Myself shall have presented some

Of the wonderful and thankful words —

About your gifts. First of the old

Forgotten word to dree, of course!

Disturbance

Disturbance of my feelings, but why

I don’t understand why can’t I fly.

Where are wings mine, when wing-beat I do

And fly high above the earth. Who

Can flap together with me by its wings

And would fly to the Sun with me.

Is it the man on the earth or may be not?

He stays in the sky and sees from there? Short

Is life! Or maybe I’ll be meeting in next life

My love, and love-child born for happiness ours.

Or maybe next life there isn’t for me

And hope I let there never be

Execution. How many are the old,

I can wait for them? I think such a lot.

And never, I never say

Then will be coming the holy day,

How many times I live and see that one

Was sometimes nice, or dark, or fine.

Following what will be? Is it surprising?

What color is it, and who is painting?

I hope never there will be dark colors

For me, and other people dear ones.

I want to see the picture only of star plus!

With a smile

Good morning, day, it’s nice to meet you.

What did you say about a smile? And who

Must smile? All people? Very much?

Who wants to get gifts in days these? Catch

Perhaps they will be falling, if you smile

And never be you gloomy and dismal.

I understand so difficult is to be nice,

When life is very sad, and burden mine

To pull down. How can I stand right,

When stands around me the black midnight.

Where is a ray of light, I’m looking for one,

But no hope already to find.

Midnight has so many shining stars

And every one makes a present light.

Look at the sky, be all eyes

And you will see the eye-catcher, for us

Are shining all the stars and is reddening the Sun.

How many gifts has the sky to hearten:

Heartfelt light is going everywhere,

Where is waiting one. Somebody wailful

Make a present to the sky – a tender smile,

Then space will spill so much of light.

To the smile it will answer every time!

Establishment

How many words are negative,

Are plural and infinitive.

But so few words mean fine,

And we can see their clear shine.

Establishment has everyone

But where is the first born? In the night

Were born dark words. And morning star

Is the mother of shining words. Too far

Were born they, but look about – and face

They live together. What is the case

Where are living they? – It is the man

Whose lingual slang is bad. They

Talking are so fell now.

Are often they forgetting how

Must speak. Somebody else does know

Lot of beautiful words. Make show

With letters and with words, but why?

Establishment must be all fine.

And every phrase will be so fine writing

And every sentence will be shining.

Who’ll have cleansed his and have forbidden

Himself to spell bad ones. So needful

Is to establish wonderful words for people.

Perhaps be night?

Perhaps be there night in heart mine? What

I’m feeling now? Has departed the night,

But maybe still it’s remaining. One

Is dwelling in myself. And the Sun

I cannot see – now very wet.

Where weather is fine, there it went

Perhaps will return. Sun, come back!

I’m feeling dark, gloom has set in.

When the sunburst I’ll see in the sky,

Then all will be right in feelings mine.

Sun-cult is favourite subject-matter

About that I’m writing. Better

When are in the sky the Sun and stars,

When all the time there are shining ones.

Believe I, so many people

Do prefer the Sun, and there is need of

Weather lovely. In the human heart

Let the Sun and morning star

Dwell deeper. When soul is full, —

All life will be more beautiful.

Beginning early morning for myself, —

I am meeting the shining ray.

Together we reject the wet rain!

Somewhere…

Somewhere is a blue sky,

Somewhere rain with clouds. Does shine

Somewhere the Sun. Somewhere it snows,

Somewhere fog, or storm, or frost is.

How many kinds the weather does have

It’s beautiful, sometimes is fell.

But every kind is teaching the people,

How must they live on earth and be useful.

Sometimes ones doesn’t understand

What the weather tells again. What the wood

Does speak about the rustle of foliage,

And what is saying the rain to oblige?

I never hearken the weather,

Or maybe I’m the hearer not clever.

Or nobody had taught me

How to understand the weather free.

I can it ask, who’s sending the wind,

Who is sending thunder and lightning,

Who lights up the stars in black sky,

When there is on my earth night?!

Perhaps somewhere is someone

Whom can’t I see, – invisible one.

Some time I’ll his footprints find?

Suppose

Supposed I of many a kind

To be its color black or white.

To be it the trouble, or be fine

Always supposed over much time.

But now should I for ever suppose?

Perhaps there are things about cost

I don’t know anything. Why

Supposed always over so much of time

Or I was very hopeful and saw

In black perhaps a little white? – Befogged!

When black is black, and white is white,

What can I in one color find?

Supposing it is a great mistake

To look for light across the color black?

I understand, but my character

Pushed me always to be looking for light.

I’m ready all my life mistaken to be.

But I have hope – to find what is of need to me.

If I suppose all, everything in the night?

That I have found the color white.

It must be moon, or the shining star,

Or the Milky Way, or lightning in the sky.

The space for me – always a lighthouse!

Suggest

To make a suggestion, my sky, —

What must I this morning write.

About what my thought must bear,

Suggest me some beautiful idea.

About dreams? – It’s very good —

This idea has many a fruit.

Dream-land is very rich to the thought

So wonderful, but then, better not.

All thoughts of dream are meeting here.

All people send such best idea

In land this. How fine is some

That humanity will have done

For dream-land only of goodness thoughts.

And never would they send the frost.

But maybe not in the dreamer’s land,

Who saw it? Always dark night

Eyeless can see. But hope can

Help eyes mine to get an eyeful then.

In the heart is the eye, one can all see

Always one doesn’t close, and is free

It is observing silence in our life

And low is the suggestion, if mind

How must it think, when dream in the night.

Represent

Represents every day for me something

And what I’ll do with the trial this?

How can I stand the test of life,

And how make the decision right?

When can I find my hearty friend,

Who would help with pleasure, won’t leave

Me ever with my troubles great?

But I must simply not be afraid.

Together better, than be alone,

But sometimes I’m afraid won’t find

My hearty friend. But helps me hope,

And every time inspires one thought.

About suffering I won’t be forgetting,

Always remember hope while thinking.

The way is thorny, very painful

Alone am going myself thankful

Among thankless people here.

But life represents a good idea:

To be or not to be?! What to choose?

What answer to this question,

Have chosen I? It’s quite possible

I have done it already. My answer is simple, —

Represents every day for me the likeable people.

Thought about thought

What is the meaning of the word thought,

Who did invent the first of the lot?

What is it made of? Who is the master?

It’s very interesting to find the answer.

But where to look for its history

And who can answer right, mage? Mister!

Someone is here, who can answer

The questions mine? Keep silent, master.

I want to know why are thoughts

So different, diverse. My God!

Why are they living all together? —

It can’t be of one mind! The weather

Can’t be simultaneously awful – fine,

But why do the thoughts live in place one.

One thought is ready to be cut,

But the other helps, and is treating the heart.

Why judge from every time by my feelings,

Are they false, or enemies?

Why are you fighting all the time, —

Go back from where have you come,

Let live in mind mine only the right ones,

The beautiful thoughts. Like grass

Let grow them gratefully and nice.

Sins

I have so many sins, but short is my life.

When can I turn it to the path right?

The ones that pushed me

To sin are like stones to the feeling free.

What must I do? I don’t want

To live together with the dark spot!

I want to be spotless, clever, fine,

But sins are pushing all the time.

How to cope with them? I can or not?

Who’ll be the victor in the endless fight?

Sometimes it starts an offensive

Sometimes deviates from the adversary.

I’m a strategist, who is observing

How sins are fighting with odd stagger.

I often have been winning in life,

And always I have dreamt to say: “Good bye,

My last sin, and never return!”

I am building a house of precious stones.

Around will grow a million white roses

And never sin will trample underfoot the flowers.

To live in sin, – I never wanted

To live in Love, – my dream! And thinking

I’m all the time about the lovely morning.

Surprise

Surprised every day in my life!

What a lot it has for me of surprise?

I am not tired ever, every thing

Represents unexpected. I wince! —

What prepares for future the time,

What has it to astonish the mind.

Prepared life has me for anything!

I’m hope, can get to win.

Let me be friendly with herself,

And don’t have the thoughts so sad:

Accommodation is here for everyone, —

They all want calmness all the time.

Someone is afraid to get a new problem, —

What is the life, if it has nothing.

The life is first of all, the best surprise,

And full of astonishing things.

Who wants to be living, must be ready

First thing to face problem with the mind so pretty.

Then maybe will smile the fortune

And happiness will come soon.

Surprise sometime is very good,

And has a lot of lovely fruit.

I’ll wait for surprise, with hope, look!

Loveable

Come on, the sky, and down you look,

How beautiful is the earth, – Salute!

Always here are flowers. Color blue

And many of other kinds. Is drawing who? —

Whose love is very much and fine,

Enough to give us the magic shine?

For me, for you, for the people following,

Who’ll come in the next age, or morning.

Somewhere is the Loving Man…

But is it the man? Who rightly can

So love? I know – only God

Can love all love-lorns. Every thought

Is love-oriented, and gives us hope,

To be all the time lovely and cope.

God never does judge himself

His law He made a gift for ourselves.

He all the time sent better thoughts

For earthly people, but they lost.

Don’t keep love-letters ever maybe,

Somebody has a priestly letter.

What does He write to us? What wants He to say?

Constantly many letters do send.

About the loveable, He will have said!

My Teacher

I’m writing now about goodness of the words

About Teacher mine. I can, of course,

The best of phrases choose now

And write all the fine ones. How

I’ll find them, if I don’t know

The language, which I study now,

But I’m not afraid, whit not!

I can ask help of my heart a lot.

It doesn’t have the tongue, but must I say

Feelings very beautiful are in there.

I’m hearing what advice it gives now

And writing the love story on the ground.

About the shine and biggest fire having come

I feel always, – Your thought is fine!

You had taught me about thoughts

So wonderful and in them the first:

To be always with a smile in life,

To be more beautiful and nice

To be very kind, loving and fine,

And only right I shall have done.

My Teacher, all the words in life

Can’t tell much about You, – how fine

Is the theory Your! Take the tribute thankful mine!

Prepare

I’m preparing for the new way

And must be ready to wholly pay.

I shouldn’t leave of the duty nothing,

And pay so as to make the holding.

So difficult to prepare alone,

But I must know truth, which is simple.

This way may pass the single one,

Therefore I must get ready some.

What is necessary on this way?

In the first place it’s a thought of fay.

In the second, it is the thought of free-will,

And in the third, it’s one about the common weal.

Enough that to make the beginning,

And these three thoughts can be worth following.