Paradise Demands Death

Paradise Demands Death

Artur Yakhin

© Artur Yakhin, 2025

ISBN 978-5-0067-8974-6

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Honey

Even paradise requires death

Even paradise requires death,

Shadows in the light like beasts.

Through the flowers that are in the city light,

There’s a whisper of life’s measure.

Ever green, ever happy,

But behind the happiness are the shadows of power.

Soon in the breast where life lives,

A secret groaning is heard again.

Thoughts are like streams in springtime,

“They’ll never be silent in this life,

And in paradise, where all is without a fight,

A star shines with gentle evil.

Light and darkness are like two friends,

Laughter and tears are always circling

The world is ruled by passion and negativity,

But there’s anxiety too.

The fruits of happiness and temptation,

Every sin is a gift from heaven.

Even in paradise and in blessing,

Death is the beginning and the end.

It leads to spring and summer,

From the liberated soul.

Even paradise requires death,

In eternal life, silence.

Like the Mona Lisa

You’re as beautiful as the Mona Lisa.

I dare not touch you

Looking at you in secret

From Good Hope, like a cape.

I write poems in silence,

I write about love like Nabokov

From such forbidden streams,

I’ll put them on a shelf

To be dusty in hope,

To be rediscovered,

Like a commodity in short supply.

Without the pawns of all the pawns,

Without fear of the gendarmes, without fear of being followed.

I’ll throw off my shackles

To run straight to you

Once again trusting in fate,

Like the warriors of Troy.

I open the gates

To receive you as Christ.

But I sense trouble

That this is a mistake.

Too beautiful and harmless

It can’t be so

For I’m a stranger in these matters,

And my fate is unenviable.

To be a lonely poet

Singing of love and trouble

But to be a friend and a son

Helping with a single word.

Since when?

Since when did a bottle

Became the solution to problems?

We look for truth in wine,

Hidden in the shroud of secrecy.

The longer the year,

The more beautiful our words.

We’re demigods in our own right

distracted from all our cares.

We live in the power

The power of what intoxicates

Intoxicating and stupefying,

In the sleep of the ages.

Forgetting how to think

Forgetting how to live

Forgetting how to give joy

And love.

We tempt ourselves

Day after day

Suffocating the soul and the body

It’s so numb and old.

That makes you want to cry your eyes out,

Hiding our everyday life.

We still have our masks on

And we’re ashamed in Spanish.

We don’t want to change a thing

Like slugs

We’ve lost our ability to live

Forgetting how to think.

Where will your boastful goat

Wherever your blessed goat will lead you

There will be your halo

Of evil.

And your road is not hard

But your judgement will be hard

Like a colt at your head.

Your ashes will be thrown into the sky.

Falling in love

How I love loveThe purity of beautyIn the whoredom of immersion.Falling for the senses of awakening,Lost in the emptinessWanting to doom loveBut trapped againLosing clarity of thoughtWe go to the door that closedThat inadvertently killed us.In a past environmentWhere our thoughts were at cross-purposes.Swapping ugly with beautyAnd chaos with silenceIt’s just a game.Where we’re all pawnsOn a chessboardAttracted to the longingAnd a sad lifeBut our desires are capriciousThey’re fighting this battleWhere every heroFollowing the great dreamTo go through the warTo be loved and to love.

The last of me

I’m drinking myselfLike the last shotOf the evil potionWaiting for the hangoverSeeking the shores of salvationSmoking myself outLike the last cigarTrying to give a breakTo give a burnt-out soulPutting your spirit in rebellion.

Lovers can’t grow old

Lovers can’t grow old

Time flies, but they can’t take away their feelings,

In their hearts there’s spring and rebellion

There’s eternity and tenderness in every look.

There’s a whisper of tender words on their lips,

There’s a cheerful call in every day,

Like stars shining in the sky,

Together we’re like two wings in a dream.

Our life is a dance

Passionate and complicated

But in our arms we’ll be together forever

We’ll soar higher and higher without seeing any obstacles.

So let’s live and dream forever

For lovers can’t grow old

Their love will last forever

And so they will live.

I loved you or I was drunk

I loved you like a star in the sky,

For your light shines like a gentle beacon.

But maybe in the fog

Or in the confusion of happy days,

I was just drunk and I didn’t know

What’s wrong with me and what’s wrong with her.

But I’ll remember again how the spring whispers,

It’s telling me you’re here, you’re alone

And maybe the truth is in the tears at the window:

I loved you or I was just drunk.

I’m a prisoner of that muse

I’m a prisoner of the muse that’s in my heart,

Like the wind that whispers and carries us away.

Inadvertently and inadvertently, in the shadow of tender dreams,

Death will teach me that I live for tears.

The shadows of passion are like threads of light,

Every breath is a mystery with no answer.

Eternity is a soft veil that hides dreams,

But in love, like fire, we burn like sheets.

There’s a mystery in every look, and a humility in every word,

I’m trapped in this feeling like an old courtyard.

The meaning of life is in the rhythm, in what goes into the night,

Waiting for the dawn that will inspire us again.

I’m a prisoner of that muse that captivates me every day,

Your gentle gaze the whole universe preserves.

Death is but the last lesson, and there’s a fire in my heart,

Love is eternal, and it burns and burns.

Feelings in the wind

I threw my feelings to the wind yesterday,

Like autumn leaves playing in the wind,

Like the whisper of a secret forgotten in my heart,

The warm rain that falls from heaven to earth.

Every breath is like a dream that drifts into the distance,

Where the stars lead in the night,

Bursting in the moment, taking you to ideals,

Where there’s only light, no worries, no grudges.

Emotions like birds flying free,

And in my heart are the echoes of dreams,

I hear the whisper of nature, her light call.

With every tear that falls from my cheeks,

I regain the flavour of a serene reverie,

As if in a dream dance where divorce is not an option.

Where are you?

The wind whispers in the soft silence,

Where are you, my love, glittering again?

Your fragrance is like a fairy tale in the night,

Like a light from the sky.

In every curl of your hair is a dream,

Like a potion I inhale deep.

It numbs my heart and takes me captive,

A tender moment, like a fairy tale on high.

You’re a race of flowers, you’re a fragrance,

That wafts in the whisper of the day.

In every touch, a magical glance,

I feel the world around me.

And if the world should turn upside down

The light of your hair is my beacon.

In this scent, love dreams softly,

Like silk and a magic sunset.

The silence of hearts

In the silence of hearts where words are not needed,

Through gazes and gestures, it’s always beating,

Only with a simple touch than the strings tinkle,

Love opens its eyes in silence.

Thoughts are invisible, elusive threads,

Laughter and tears, the hearts of summer and winter,

Forgotten words, deceived minds,

But in a world without speech, you’re the only one who sounds.

A world of double standards

A world of double standards, where there’s no truth,

The chains of lies are the strongest of all

Greed and fear are the darkest of all,

The voice that demands the truth is barely heard

Only lies sound like the melody of eternity.

The lights are flaring in the night sky,

The day changes colour as the moment collapses,

There’s no strength left, only dust on the lips,

The lights, like dreams, are drowned in dreams.

And the shadow hides in the embrace of the darkness,

There’s not enough light to see the world.

Silence sounds like a whistle over the abyss,

Oh, how the soul longs for truth, not lies,

The hour has struck, but we are still silent,

Unexpectedly, like rain, the words are pouring from our lips

And the heart is heavy with evil ways.

The cry of my soul, lost in the game.

And so, in this world where everyone is a liar,

We go on leaving footprints.

There’s a secret in every look that’s hidden beneath the layer,

The only thing that matters is to remember yourself.

For the dream, for the light, for us,

The atmosphere of lies is just a mirrored voice,

Let’s forget hate, let’s cover our hearts,

Hope will rise, and that’s the price.

In this game, we’re all just puppets,

A vast theatre of shadows.

Love has many languages

Love has many languages, who will understand,

Where words are just shadows on a canvas.

The voices of the heart sing softly

But their note in the silence is everywhere.

He looked at me with eyes without words,

It was as if the world around him was still.

We found each other in magical dreams,

Where the language of love was in every breath.

A warm light spilled in the cosiness,

A smile and a sigh on our lips.

We were about to fly away without carrying on the essence,

To a fairy tale where feelings are no one’s threshold.

So let our different languages not confuse us,

Let our mute dialogue be long and frequent.

In every look, in every touch, an hour,

Where love speaks and we listen passionately.

Oh, it’s so hard to breathe

Oh, it’s so hard to breathe

The hopes in my heart have begun to dwindle

The cry echoes through the hall,

Romance is gone like sand in a wave.

And I lose myself in the confusion.

Feelings swirl into darkness,

Alcohol interferes with everything I know

People stare, but no one dares to help me.

Waiters stare into the darkness tiredly,

The lanterns are burning, but the darkness won’t go away.

And the universe pounding on my temples.

Every sip is like a scream,

No love can save me

Only air would give me the air to live.

Or maybe only silence will save me.

Give me strength,

And everything warms my heart,

The yoga of the breath

The languour of the passions

Food and wine

All dreams are covered.

Sighing more and more

There’s only a moment left

I’ll forget the pain

The soul wants to go up

To get away from loss

Just for a moment

And I.

I want to forget

I want to drown again

To be reborn again,

No longer tormented

I’ll take refuge in my dreams

Where hope shines

Leaving behind me

The unbearable darkness

With the smile of heaven

Only light and warmth.

Chasing the unknown

We’re all searching for something in the fields of the unseen,

And the shadow of a dream, like a ghost of light,

Through the days and nights of darkness,

Our heart goes quietly into questions.

We chase the ghosts of desire,

We don’t know what we’re looking for,

Weighing light and darkness as trials,

And what do the stars really send?

But then, in thought, in the great silence,

There comes a realisation, a gift of light,

That the meaning of life is not in the search of experts,

But to live, to love and to be in excitement,

Through vanity, where happiness is a faceless moment,

We know that feeling is what makes the heart burn.

Escape

Escape into the shadows where there’s no worries,

Barely a problem to hide

Somewhere in the distance there’s a rallying cry,

Through fears the fugitive rushes away.

The shadows are fading, losing their light,

Time is running out of time, no time to wait, no time to spare.

Oh, how hard it is to follow the trail!

A vast world that beckons onwards,

But the heart doesn’t know what to do

As if it’s going round and round in circles,

The winds are whispering dreams on the run.

I wish I could stay in this fairy-tale land,

And not remember the old ills.

I’m calling, but I’m leaving the dream,

It leaves the mind, it’s gone by morning,

Draws only shadows, lost in dreams.

Huge fears, intrusive rustles,

Wandering through life like stones in the taiga.

Only silence that knows no reproach,

A spruce tree swaying like a friend.

The world, it’s leaving, and I’m following it,

This race, this forgotten emptiness,

This meaningless, great game.

Somewhere in the fields, where the winds are, where the yarn is,

He’s my escape, my fantasy key.

The inexorable call carries me away in anticipation,

Where does this crazy path lead?

Someone will find it and realise what to walk,

Leaving behind their fears, their shadows,

But I don’t see them disappearing into the sky,

The clouds that circle and carry me away.

Drawings in the darkness, a dream without boundaries,

Going into dreams, forgetting what was,

Youth that rushes like the wind on the road.

Searching for light, but the shadows are getting closer,

Knowledge hides a pattern of sadness.

Night wraps the world like a warm blanket,

And hating myself, I can’t escape,

Like a looking-glass, without fear, without trouble,

The embrace of evil does not let me in.

This path is oppressive, endless in my chest,

Far from myself, but beneath the mask of lead,

I can’t get back what I had, alas,

I can’t hide behind too high a blanket,

The capacity of fear is not enough for friendship,

For I am but a fugitive who flees from himself,

The chastisement will be done, there’s no turning back.

And time, like the wind, takes me to a land

Where fears and dreams are like stars in the silence,

Beside me, only a flight in the darkness,

And I keep running, I don’t know where I’m going.

My only dream is a dream

I’ve died

I’ve died ten times, in the darkness of wandering,

Through the gloom of the senses where the heart stops,

Thoughts flew up like stars and lurked,

Time went by like the wind, unhurriedly.

But I don’t know why I suffer,

Whether it’s the longing that creeps into my soul,

Or the love that stops my breath,

When hope dies in fear.

The snowy distances that hide in the heart,

That whisper that seems to call to me,

Leads to the abyss where the light, like a shadow, flutters.

And every moment is like a nail in my chest shrinking,

I’ve died ten times in a blind world,

But memory storms and life begins again.

A drunkard from heaven

In the shadow of eternal crucifixions, in the confusion of days,

A drunkard, troubling the eye of heaven,

Speaking truth to me through the shadows,

Like a silent but imperious professor.

Through the veil of sin, in the laughter of anguish,

He, fallen, lifts me up,

Confused metaphors into light sound,

As in a heart that longs for morning.

On the bridge of the forgotten drunkard looking on,

Where the moon mingles with scarlet flames,

Jesus whispers, breathing in his sadness,

And his shame resounds in the hearts of men.

He speaks softly of the pain of eternity,

Of the tears that drink from the bottle of poison,

Addiction is deceitful and sinful,

Like the wind that carries on its tracks.

“See how you thrash in oblivion,

How the world casts out the light when it’s blind,

“And in the darkness only reflections of dreams,

“where truth is only shame and misery.

I am the voice that calls in the void,

Hear it like a drunkard, like a saint?

The shadow of laughter

In the shadow of laughter hides a great truth,

Like morning rays in the misty distance,

When words play on the tongue

A tantalising whisper that wounds and heals.

The word is simple, but it’s full of meaning,

Like an innocent joke that hides the pain,

And in the games of the mind that sparkle,

The presence of laughter is both wisdom and salt.

When the world besieges us like a cloud,

There’s a light string through laughter,

Therein lies truth, therein lies life,

And in every moment that youth holds.

So often I listen to jokes that are meta,

Where laughter and sadness are woven into a thread.

Love in silence

In silence, dreams sound,

Like the gentle whisper of the wind

And the rhythms of the heart are beating

There’s the light of life where you and I are.

When words are gone

And silence is like a gift of light,

Words can’t describe it, it’s a gift,

From heart to heart our fire.

Your eyes are like stars in the night,

There’s a world in them where thoughts are like birds,

Silence is my tender key,

The mystery that is born in our eyes.

So often I feel as you do,

With a touch, a glance, a sigh,

And in the silence, the dreams

That speak of the two of us

Love is a language without words

Where every silence is a poem

There’s blood in the feeling

And happiness in understanding and themes.

So listen to the silence ring out,

In hearts where dreams resonate softly,

And in that silent light

Love is the fountain of the silent side.

I’ve seen the world in you

I’ve seen the world in you

In every glance, the sunlight,

Like lilacs in the sky in spring,

The winds of dreams that sound like a testament.

You’re the ocean where the waves ripen,

Like the stars, a vast expanse,

Your love will light my way,

In every breath I breathe, I’ll see the eye of eternity.

Your lips are a symphony,

Whispering softly like summer rain,

We dance to the rhythm of time

We cast off the shackles of burden

With you I’m ready to see eternity,

Time with you becomes a dream

Let every moment be infinite

With you and me

Where everything becomes home.

In the silence of your eyes

In the silence of your eyes lives silence,

That speaks more than any verse,

There’s peace and tenderness and tenderness breathing,

It’s the echoes of the heart on the quiet nuts.

No words are needed, no words are seen in the shadows,

That feelings are stronger than words,

Love, like a river, flows without blame,

Souls intertwine where there’s no barrier.

You know, in the moment when you’re silent, you’re everything,

You’re the light that illuminates the night,

Your gaze is my compass that guides me forever.

And in this silence I hear the essence,

That no poem or word can express,

Love is the secret that remains in us.

We spent the night together

We got up in the night

The moon was shining, softly pleasuring me,

I slept in dreamy peace,

And you in your dreams bloomed.

You appeared to me like a dream,

Through the darkness, like a world of light,

Like a star that never faded,

Your gaze is like the morning air.

We danced in a tender embrace,

Whispering secrets of happiness,

Time slipped by

To surrender us to separation and day.

I saw the moonlight in you

As if you were the shame of dreams,

And a sweet sin ripening in my heart,

When thou art near, woe is high.

Through the morning mist the night is gone,

But in my heart I’m still a trace of love,

I wish you were forever

In my dreams as in the world of dreams.

And even if there are shadows in life

You’ll make my vocabulary come alive again,

For only with you on this stage

I can flutter like a bird.

Words and deeds

In the territory of deeds, where the star shines,

Words, like gentle whispers, are always lost.

Our paths diverge, but our hearts are in unison,

Where love has no quarrel and no law.

Our feelings beat in our chests like waves on the shore,

But the words are the cold of the north, the longing and the shore.

But tenderness has become courage, and the burden is not hidden,

When the deed speaks and the word is but a shadow in the world.

The moon is shining above us, embracing us in silence,

Every step is a decision, every moment is like peace.

In a world where meanings sink like leaves in the rain,

We follow the ghost of dreams.

We soar to the skies where we keep our dreams,

On the heights of events where there’s no strength or strength.

Here the deed is the spark that lights the fire,

And words are just shadows that go out in the lies of silence.

We sing of love like birds in the evening,

Every gesture is like a reality where we’ve never been torn.

In the territory of the heart, where feelings are stronger than words,

We’ve written a fairy tale where actions are the foundation.

Let words fight, confusion and pain,

In the territory of deeds we make our ring.

Love is not in the words that pull us apart,

It’s in the actions

That build bridges between worlds.

The rose and the blackthorn

And roses grow among thorns,

Like courage in the midst of life’s turmoil,

They bloom, full of thunder,

Against the thorns, like bright dreams.

Where the bitterness of loss and hardship are dark,

Hidden secrets, unknown paths,

Among the thorns, the feelings of the bottomless ripen,

Roses, like the heart, strive for the light.

Let the storms be troubled, let the sky be in tears,

Love is the inspiration of spring,

And in spite of longing and collapse,

In the midst of thorns, an ode to striving.

The light of life will shine through the darkness and the bottomlessness,

And every moment, even in thorns, is a gift.

Flowers will rise where there’s only anger,

They remind us of what’s important, not the wounds.

Yes, roses grow among the thorns,

The winds of change will bring a new flight.

Soon the spicy dreams will bloom again,

And joy will return, and laughter will return.

Can I?

Can I be where you are?Beneath the heavens of inhalationWhere the stars whisper dreams softlyAnd the night spreads its ear.Where love is like a riverFlowing, sparkling in the moonlight,Where every moment is like a sparkBurns the heart in a summer waltz.Can I, in the embrace of the daysTo hold your hand tightForget the fears and the shadowsAnd be with you forever and ever?There’s a golden dawn in your eyes,There’s a melody in every wordThere’s an answer in every whisper,Our tenderness is like poetry.Can I be where you are?Where the world is breathlessWhere feelings ripen like flowersWhere life is lifted up with you?So let me be where the light is,Where angels play in happiness,With you, my darling, is our covenant,Under heaven, where all is passion.