Poems in English: about everything

It one is loved by us, She is fine, great.

Open spaces are wide it, are already rich, rich and fine, the wide field.

Are clean are fine and full, They spiritual our belief.

We believe in purity of soul,

Souls of our Russia.

About love to

Love the beautiful creature, She your dream weeds!

In love to culture, literature, Love to a canvas, weeds souls.

Souls of fine, reflection of a clean stream is mirror.

The prankish it, runs playfully, the universe of calm of centuries Rustles in the steppe of flowers, Fine.

Here meadow, flowers, moon and calm, Souls rests serenely.

Pacification of steppe plains, Tisha of steppe winds.

But here I see statues dirty, They are fine beauty.

Are lifeful and playful, Beauty of my love.

I saw these nymphs fine, In decline beams the sun mine.

Also I slept with them and she slept, And soon gave birth to the demon child.

He was fine and good, Loved science and hypnosis.

And magic, he loved and to conjure, he powers of darkness became the Master.

Having ascended to a throne bloody, guilty souls, It stayed long enough there.

And the power he enjoyed, the Beautiful gold crown of the power.

Beautifully the fact that to us it is fine And that to us it is awful.

Beautifully everything that to us the fact that it is pleasant to us is subject, beautiful.

In love we please the power, The fact that to us it is subject the power.

Beautiful ours serene spirit of the power, her herald, hearing of the power.

Then fires and arrows of defeats, War approaches, war not far off.

Cold War of a star of one, Stars of the far power in Universe.

Battles will be for it much, But only he will win against one.

Also there will be a world on this planet Until hours punch the nine.

And again wars and bloodshed, So always.

I uttered, and stopped.

About love to fine

The love is spiritual, love terrestrial, Beauty of my soul!

In it purity, in it our force!

Love of my soul.

Be famous! Love fine creation, Beauty of my soul.

Be famous! Spirit of a high pacification, my Love beauty.

I love the wood, I love the nature, I Love all animals.

I love a decline, it is so fine, At rest of my soul.

I love dawn, beams from the horizon of night.

In them life, in them joy of life.

Birth of new life in them, and nights, Beauty love, life.

Love of spiritual creation, Beauty of spiritual relationship.

Fine belief orthodox, Love of spiritual our life, Beauty of spiritual relationship.

In it our force, our wisdom, And in it love it is sensitive.

Turn people in our wisdom, In love of my soul, my Soul in fine belief.

To church belief, orthodox, In it an essence of love and our belief, In it our heart, in it our essence.

Love our spiritual belief, In love to spiritual relationship.

About love

The spring came, the love dawn, Flowers fascinating blossoming.

Flight souls to the sun, clear light, flight Souls loves, solar dawn.

The fine ray of hope, true kindness, Is fine light, a birth of new life, Family fire, love of family life,

Ray of hope Nova light.

Souls loves, fluttering of soul, flight on wings of fine love, Silent caress the sun is bright, Love fine, beauty of soul.

In flight fluttering, love wings, I was loved, and I loved.

Beauty fine creation of God, Under stars of night light.

Calm fine pacification, Tisha fine pleasure, Star Milky Way, distance of calm, Rest eternal, fine beauty love.

Winter

B'ela beauty it, the snezhist is also easy, the Snowstorm and a blizzard, it is snowing, Favourite snow, souls – flight, the Snowball, a snowball, a snowball.

Joy children, a snowman is time, Guards of my yard, with it stuck together Kolobok nearby.

Frost and snow, Snow Maiden and Father Frost,

Frost and cold, snowflake and snowdrift.

Winter – winter! Outside cold weather, Minus thirty outside the window, Moroz! More ruddy than snowflakes multi-colored, In beams they are intertwined, of love and joy they are full!

Frost and the sun, children, She plays snow games.

And snow plays with children fervent, it Is cheerful, souls it is fine.

Ding dong, Ding Dong

Bells call.

Christmas Eve, tomorrow Christmas.

Jesus was born, our savior, love of the doctrine of beauty of soul.

Frost of Epiphany, Ioane waits, the Saint of our father Loving,

Lord's beauty, Pure light of reason is light.

Winter-is white, fields, Traces on snow, here they, Animals forest, animals of my, Beautiful inhabitants forest are white.

Care winter about them, the forest warden here, In the wood their house, it lives here, love and caress gives them, forest the handsome of the wood.

The wood is fine in the winter, In a white blanket fields are shrouded, It is covered with a white sheet, it is pleasant and easy for an Eye.

Flight souls pleasure, Souls of flight, joy of soul of fun, flight Soul, a unification, In beams of heavenly creation.

Love to winter

White it is white, the snowball crackles, frost and jelly outside the window, the Thermometer stiffened, the frost, Snowdrifts golds cracks on the street, the frost crackles.