My poems on English

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30 June 2016

Nottinghamshire, Great Britian

Dedicated to some unnamed here people

The Digging

A Poem

I am able not to dig, digging for a while.

If to dig more deep and deep would be this as a fine?

All this dust is so dark, dirty that's disturbing!

A Digging Diger never stop!

Just I can stop this digging!

O, ye, I may not to dig!

Ye, I can not to dig

O, I am able not to dig!

Just digging, digging, digging...

Inna Tiggi

Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin

Инна Тигги

Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин

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2nd - 3rd August 2016

Great Britain, Nottinghamshire

Dedicated to Sy, having his birthday on 3rd August

Translation my Russian Poem to English

To You

The rattling noise from the street -

I looked out:

That you go, dragging your

baggage-trolley,

What is called an old

Suitcase on wheels.

And the heart pierced feelings

As the light of the sun,

Lighting

From beneath dark puffy

Clouds in the sky:

It's you!

It you walk along the street,

just past my windows.

I jumped outside and called you.

It would be so stupid quarrels,

And do not talk,

When the heart is jumping

In breast

The sight of you,

far and so close.

As two of the breeze in the sky,

As the wind and clouds,

As the two birds,

Flying close together,

Sometimes echoes:

– I love you! Listen! Feel this!

Fly away, but, please, come back to me!

After all, I was waiting for you!

And I am waiting for you!

You are in my heart,

wherever it did not fly.

You will be tomorrow eighty-two.

But you are for me as

Young flying man like a string

Desperately handsome guy,

Like a bird from the sky.

Even when you are somehow going,

With your bad back,

Wet from the pain and the severity of

drag yourself

Or go to thine

Old bike.

Here it is August!

And your birthday again!

But for me, you are only thirty-five

And you are still so young! and attractive!

I feel you as your life has just begun!

Ah, these documents

And all numbers and the information here,

This is not the truth

That our hearts do feel,

When you love someone.

You went

And I remained in my memory

Such a bird flying in the sky.

And Cranes

Flying high in the sky-high,

Sounding from here sadly, in sorrow,

Flying away from the Motherland of Love

But with the hope to return back

to love and to be beloved in own pair.

We are those with whom weaves

Fates and bodies.

Even if sometimes it is only

For a moment.

As the male sperm,

Men's active principles

Build worlds

And the relationship

And the fate.

Be happy!

And Happy Birthday

in August

which will come! and coming!

If I would be a French,

I would said this on French.

If I would be a German,

I would said this on German.

Just so you would understand me

and my feelings better.

But may be,

You will understand me.

Or, you had understood me.

August as hopes of happiness.

What's around the corner - that's it!

Just to get to August

Through the long cold winter time

And then it will be better in August!

And you will come.

Eanna

Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin

– ---------------- the original text of poem on Russian ------------------

The Original text "To You" of my poem on Russian 'Тебе':

2 августа 2016

Великобритания, Ноттингемшире

Dedicated to Sy

Тебе

Дребезжащий звук с улицы -

Выглянула:

Это ты идёшь и тащишь свою

Тележку,

Что зовётся стареньким

Чемоданом на колёсиках.

И сердце пробили чувства

Как свет солнца,

Брызнувший

Из-под тёмных шальных

Туч на небе:

Это ты!

Это ты идёшь по переулку,

мимо моих окон.

Я выскочила и позвала тебя.

Было б так глупо ссорится,

И не общаться,

Когда сердце скачет

В груди

От вида тебя,

далеко и так близко.

Как два ветерка на небе,

Как ветер и облака,

Как две птицы,

Летящие рядом вместе,

Перекликающиеся иногда:

– Я люблю тебя! Слышешь!

Улетай, но возвращайся!

Ведь я так ждала тебя!

И жду тебя!

Ты в моём сердце,

куда бы то не летело.

Тебе завтра восемьдесят два.

А для меня ты такой

Молодой летящий как струна

Отчаянно красивый парень

Как птица с неба.

Даже когда ты кое-как идёшь,

С больной спиной,

Мокрый от боли и тяжести

Таскать себя

Или ехать на твоём

Стареньком велосипеде.

Вот август!

И твой день рождения опять!

А для меня тебе только тридцать пять

И ты ещё так молод!

И жизнь твоя ещё только начинается!

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