live with the wolves?
howl like the wolves.
upon this dark and moonless night
my lonesome howl is but a silent whimper.

by day, I am a spinner of threads.
by night, I am a hopeless dreamer..
I wish instead that I were a believer.
alas, a bedhead is my …

what really motivates a man?
what really makes him bloom?
what else could it really be..
if not his woman?

who keeps a man along a righteous path?
who gives him strength to go the furthest distance
and to persist along the way through every strife?
it is of course …

теки, река моя, теки..
неси меня, река моя, неси..
по потоку своему,
по своему течению.
по порывам сердца моего,
по моему велению..

куда несёт меня река?
на твои открытые просторы..
к твоим лазурным берегам.
в источник жизни всей..
в место её происхождения.
та жизнь, которой ты дала рождение,
живет даже …

once again I had a dream
in which I saw reflections
of your light..
Morpheus, the cruel trickster,
sprinkled it over my eyelids
in the dead of night..

I had a dream that you were driving somewhere
and I was driving right behind..
and through your rearview mirror
the two …

for an eternally recurring life of torment,
for letting eagles feast forever on His liver,
Prometheus became our fire giver.
He made His noble sacrifice
so that He could deliver..
into our hearts
a heavenly blaze.
to teach to us The Devil’s tongue,
to make accessible to us
His …

Once again,
This hermit finds himself
upon yet another crossroad.
Carrying upon his back again..
yet another heavy load.

His heart is aching, oh his heart is torn..
Should he burn his old self down to ash
and find himself reborn?
Or should he see himself stagnate and wither?
Should …

Does absence make the heart grow fonder?
It’s difficult to say..
But certainly it gives a poet space
to dream and ponder, night and day.

A hermit’s solitude.. is his gentle reprieve.
It allows his mind to flow more freely,
Lets it breathe..
By unconstraining him from
hard …

Поражен морской болезнью..
Океанской лихорадкой.
Её просторы - райской красоты..
В её глубинах.. таятся загадки.
Шёпот морского ветра - её тихий зов..
Дурманит.. тянет к себе многих моряков.
Но не многим удалось секрет её раскрыть,
Сердце моря, душу океана покорить..
Только самым сильным..
И самым смелым..
Самым истинным..
И самым умелым.

upon a white-sailed lonesome boat,
amidst an ocean, found himself afloat,
an aching anchorite…

awakened from his blinded stupor
by a suddenly sobering gust
of the ocean’s gentle breeze..
he dropped his anchor
and then he stopped to marvel
at all the beauty that he sees.

upon the ocean …

upon the peak of Perseids
the sky was overcast..
a heavenly shower of stars
I did not get to see..
except a single dancing star,
not in the heavens..
but rather oh so near me…

I did not get to stargaze
to my heart’s content..
but I did catch …