Poems in English: about everything

Borrony Dmitry

The sun shines brightly – a bright star, Month shines at night – the yellow moon.

Stars in night flicker – lighting up a way, Planets in a row rose – the Milky Way.

Rest and freedom there – love and serenity, Calm of soul – the beautiful creature.

There a rest star – souls balance, Going on the Milky Way – in a space distance.

There rest and love – there time goes differently, There the best the world – rest there and silence.

There the Milky Way of love – rest, silence, Fine – pure beauty.

Rest arrivals – beauty of love, the Star blinking – smother calm.

Love to all – love of fine, my Love – love (NOT) terrestrial.

About family

The woman is beautiful – to a flower the woman – a similar scarlet rose is similar, beautiful!

The woman – a flower of a bud, a morning dawn is beautiful, the woman – in love uncontrollable Is beautiful.

About! – the woman – the beloved wife!

My daughter is beautiful – she is not fault, my daughter Is beautiful – it is clean.

My daughter is beautiful – she is loved, beautiful my daughter – the prankish it.

On the night of the appointment she escaped – next morning in a hem the child, brought,

You still the child – my child, You in a hem a dress – the child brought.

Mother will give advice to you – she is an adviser yours, It your friend – your defender.

It is an ally yours – she is only a mother.

It will console us always – and only itself without joys, At the cemetery to see a grave she – the son's gravestone.

That having accepted battle – he was killed by the sniper of a rifle, It a breast passed it – the soldier, the son, the patriot.

For mothers and wives, fathers and sons – for the homeland.

He is our hero – the forgotten feat, Only mother remembers one its act.

Our defender he – he is our hero, It the homeland the defender – the hero.

The son it the people – it is a defender.

The father – the owner of the center, It is the wife's husband – he is my parent.

He is a person of family – he is our father, It is our mother – the keeper of the center of fire.

All of us are family – the kindred blood.

Feast

Plague feast – in health of plague, the Nature of our plague life.

Our feast – madness mad, our world to plague obedient.

All of us are sick – are sick with plague infectious, Plague gets of us the best.

All of us are sick – plague infectious, we call its money.

In them happiness our-our ruin, In them our force – death.

In plague of a money of a Flood, In plague green their equivalent.

Silence

Stars of the Milky Way – our way in outer darkness light up, there Are we in a gloom of night, a star rain.

Under a sky of lacteal night – they float in a gloom night, Flicker – in a moonlight of night.

Stars, in the field night – colors of the moon, Wild orchids of the moon – flowers night, Stars in night – mothers lands flicker.

Wild orchids of silence.

Rain – the prankish, poured at night, Clouds at the night of a star extinguished.

The moon went out – turn off a moonlight, In the field of silence wild orchids – in love of night calm.

The silence – calm of rest serene, At rest of souls human – rest serene is fine.

The moon prankish it, gives Us joy loving.

Stars flicker – month shines, the Comet flies there.

In calm night – in a gloom of night, our Nadezhda there and calm.

Wind

The sun left because of clouds – a rainbow in the sky, Clean air around – clouds in the sky.

Wind is fast – ha it is a rascal – drives clouds quickly, Rapidity of wind howl – a rustle of leaves to Pe~na.

The prankish wind after the district whistles, it teases Trees.

Foliage – trees a joy rustle, not grief rustles.

Wind is strong, he howls, breaks Trees, at the sea lifts a storm – a storm.

Heats it jarred on, in oblivion of calm, Rest and love – beauty of humble silence.

City of a dream

My light – the hometown, my Light – the city gold.

My light – the city a zolotist, my Light – the city is florid.

He is beautiful – my city, He is beautiful – your city.

It is loved – he is beautiful, Calm – rest in it.

It is beautiful to live you will not forbid – in my city, Here differently is – in the hometown.

You are rich or poor – not very well here, Rest and silence – are not present a lie here.

Where it is the city mine?

Only it in my dream – not here.

There is no lie – there all are equal, There the calm and a smooth surface – there wait for us.

Fall

Love, the rustle of a leaf fall is fine, Love, you will find a pacification here.

Beauty of love, and a rustle of yellow leaves, Souls a pacification you will find here.