The river has one fun:
Left bank, right bank.
And on the blue sky
Clouds golden float,
Like thoughts of the ages,
Clouds golden float.
Seagulls crying…
Like the sounds of dolphins.
Whistling straight in the sky.
The summer sun is getting brighter and brighter.
Scarlet sunrise is beautiful.
On the blue sky
Fir-tree draws with ink.
Her silhouette.
Summer heat…
Stars sky
Spread its dome.
I’m alone. Souls command.
A lonely creation —
Fir-tree sparkling in the forest…
Transparent summer air.
The stars are shining
In the daytime sky.
The scarlet roses petals
Are so beautiful and easy,
The scarlet roses petals.
I think about a flower
It doesn’t smell, but
How it burns!
Velvet coat.
Little paws.
The sweet scratch
The heart touches.
White snow
Dropped out
On the ground.
Spring wind
Brought its aroma —
The aroma of coming spring.
Winter coolness
And the wind howls.
Snowflakes are melting.
Noise of the cities.
And flashes of lights.
Walls of the houses
And hearts oil.
Houses lined up
As a blue fence.
And you can hardly call it beautiful.
The beauty of the water lily.
The yellow water lily
And a green leaf.
Eyes of agate oil,
Look after me quickly.
Nice cats look.
Yellow cup —
Full bowl.
Forest path
Leads into the thicket.
And so it snakes!
The spicas of rye
Turn yellow
In the Sun.
A cubic model
I shall name the creation —
From the blue forget-me-nots
I’ll weave the poem.
Blue sail
Seen in the distance.
And the sea spreads before it
Its spaces.
The solar disk burns in the sky.
And the stars on the blue cloth
Flicker even during the day.
The night tree
Is shrouded
A garland of stars.
The big Moon
Has risen over the city.
And its silvery light
Is flowing around.
The round lamp shines in the dark.
And it seems to me that this
The Moon reflects sunlight.
Scarlet rose scattered
Her tiny petals.
And they sparkle,
Like flashes of fire.
I am dreaming of you.
And my loneliness
Is endless.