Buch lesen: «Vivid dreams. Книга на 5 языках»

© Ingret Nagoeva, 2023

ISBN 978-5-0055-3416-3

Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero

Poetry in English

Spring

 
The spring song, you are in my heart,
Your image stays in my mind,
How the sun shines all day long,
& the moon illuminates the night.
 

Vivid dreams

 
Sunrise in the blue skies.
The dawn is coming with a light
In the pinkish haze of clouds
Over the houses of sleeping towns.
 
 
Delicate pastel colours.
Springtime is fresh and sound.
Created from sacred hopes,
In love with the scent of blossom.
 
 
The deluge of rain showers
The fields of blooming flowers.
Rain beats on green leaves
Reviving vivid dreams!
 

Emerald spring

 
Emerald spring!
The golden rays of the sun,
Waking up from sleep,
Shine from under the clouds.
 
 
Emerald fields!
Mountains, like crystal,
Along the purest stream —
Malachite forests.
 
 
Emerald evening!
A weightless breeze is
Barely blowing.
Ice is melting on the rivers.
 

Happiness

 
Happiness.
Quiet and loud,
In company and in solitude,
In nature and in the city…
It will overtake you unexpectedly
and then remain in a hidden corner
of your soul,
Only yours,
Forever.
 

To the ocean

 
I run from a height to the ocean,
The sea-green surface I see.
I taste the smell of the sea,
I feel breeze! I feel so emotion!
 
 
The wind blows my hair with caution.
The waves start to light up with
The rays of the sun through the mist…
I run towards my healing potion.
 
 
Poseidon’s vastness in motion.
A bright beam of light beckons me —
I cannot help myself with this.
I’m running towards to the ocean.
 

Time

Oh, darling, call me to the south…

The moon and stars are glowing bright,

Hugging in the dusky night,

They promise only peace and quiet…

Take me with you to paradise.

The measured rustle of waves sounds,

There, the sun shines all year round,

And even the time seems to slow down…

I want to live this way for years

And every day thank God at dawn

For freedom, for the sea, for love,

To have no worries and no cares.

Dance

 
We were dancing in the moonlight
To the murmur of the sea.
We were dancing in the morning
To the rustle of palm trees.
 
 
We were in a dancing talk.
Step, then turn. The hearts are beating.
Question – answer – touch,
And the words are streaming…
 
 
We were dancing in the moonlight
To the murmur of the sea,
To the bird’s song in the morning —
Whole life dancing, it’s a dream!
 

In your eyes

 
We listen to a guitar sound,
with music we can dance for hours,
I look into your eyes…
 
 
They have so much of joy and happy,
love and fidelity, and passion:
the whole world is inside your eyes…
 
 
You smile to me with open arms,
I feel at home inside your hug.
I look into your eyes…
 
 
You know that days and years may pass.
The only thing remains unchanged:
the whole world is inside your eyes!
 

Fiery greetings

 
Salty warm drops of spray…
There is light in the grey.
That’s the orange sun drives.
The horizon makes bright.
 
 
From the sea a light breeze
Caresses palm trees.
The glass lies, heart-shaped stone,
Among shells on the shore.
 
 
From the colourful sky
The first ray of sunshine
Sends its fiery greetings
To the soft waves swishing.
 

In love with the sea

 
Who heard the whisper of the waves,
Who fell asleep with ocean noises,
Felt peace and freedom in his soul,
He’ll fall in love with the sea, I know.
 
 
The rumble of distant cities has ceased.
The water caresses gently like silk
Drawing whimsical patterns in the sand…
Just sea-green expanses, the salty scent…
 
 
Who heard the murmur of the sea,
How seagulls squawking, rustle of palm trees,
Felt the waves rolling down his feet,
I know, he will never forget the sea!
 

The clouds

 
What colour are the clouds?
And what if the outlines
Are right before the skyline,
Can you say, ’they are white’?
 
 
When sunrise or sunset,
The clouds are on fire.
A sun ray makes them rich,
Or paints them with pale pink.
 
 
Like a white-grey veil,
Mist descends from heaven.
The fog envelops seas,
Forests, cities, and fields.
 
 
Look at the horizon
When the sun is rising.
The hand of time paints clouds,
Mixing all the colours.
 

In Paris

 
I dream that I am in Paris.
The Eiffel Tower sparkles.
It is reflected in the windows
And in the showcases.
 
 
I dream of houses and streets,
Remember neatly trimmed trees
And the clouds under the sky…
«When will I see you?» – I cry!
 
 
I walk along Champs-Élysées…
«All this in a dream’, – you might say.
But again, and again, I see,
I am walking around Paris…
 

Madrid

 
My dear Madrid,
You’re alive in me
In the darkness of dreams,
Where are no miseries.
 
 
In me, you’re alive.
Reach me out from above,
From the darkness, like love
Breaks through to the life.
 
 
Querido Madrid,
My favorite city,
You are always with me!
Remembrance is heating.
 

Spanish guitar

 
La guitarra española,
Music like a river flowed.
La guitarra española
Told me all about her thoughts.
 
 
She sang songs about España
And about the real love…
Fingers danced and played so daring
Full of passion, full of life!
 
 
La guitarra española,
How I fell in love with you!
La guitarra española,
You alone – my destiny!
 

Dreams

 
When you
Can in a violin song
Recognize your soul…
As if somebody wrote the music
From your heart,
As if someone heard screaming
On your inside…
Yes, it is you, eyes closed,
You all surrender to the sounds…
And in the rhythm of rock
Your heart beats evenly.
Yes, you love life,
And you rejoice at happy drops
That fill up in a moment
Your eyes —
You cry…
From an excess of feelings…
Cause… No way to achieve the impossible!
Forgotten goals
Become so real in a dream
To the violin song…
 

In the chamber of dreams

 
In the city life noise
I will hear your voice.
The face among strangers.
Is it you, my angel?
 
 
That passionate gaze
of your amber eyes…
I remember hands, fingers…
We hug… The wind whispers:
 
 
«Turn to me, honey!»
Is it you behind me?
I looked around,
but there was no one.
 
 
Only me in the street
In the rustle of leaves…
It’s just me in the wind
In the chamber of dreams…
 

Again

 
He who was in love
will fall in love again,
cause the heart,
which has tasted passion,
wants to touch these feelings once again
and to restore freedom to his feelings…
 

Catch the moment

 
Catch the moment,
If a chance is arising.
Never forget —
You cannot know everything.
 
 
Buy a ticket
To your favourite place —
A self-present
When you lose your balance.
 
 
Just say «Yes»
When you need to say that.
Change the world,
Starting with yourself.
 
 
Forget the words,
That have already been said.
Catch the moment
Every single day!
 

Dawn

 
A pink sunrise meets the azure sky,
The skyline covered with the pale haze.
It is eye-catching: a pink snow lies
On the mountain peaks far away.
 
 
The wind rustles in the crowns.
And the crescent is still here.
In an amber dress, the sun is rushing
To catch up with the moon until it disappears.
 
 
A ray of sunshine chases dreams away from me.
The day comes in the golden dawn.
The dark shades away to the bird’s trills.
There’s not a cloud in the blue sky.
 

Secret

 
The wind blows in the darkness of the night.
Blue peaks are sleeping in a sweet shut-eye.
They wonder of a bright blue sky,
The golden sun of a summer dawn.
 
 
Are you sleeping, my dear, my love?
Do you see the mountain top?
Or do you look at the moon now?
Waiting for our date, dove?
 
 
Will the wind carry in the rustle of leaves
Words of love that I have whispered at night?
I entrust my secret to the faithful peace.
Will it touch your shoulders with a ray of light?
 

Cute features

 
Do you remember
Cute features of summer?
Lilac-pinkish dawns,
Warm rays of the sun,
A subtle skyline.
 
 
Do you remember
Sweet features of summer?
How we collect flowers.
In fragrant gardens
Juicy fruits ripen.
 
 
Do you remember
Nice features of summer?
Purple gold bonfires,
Streams murmur in silence,
The crescent glows in darkness.
 
 
Do you remember…