Александр Владимирович Глухов
A bunch of short verses
Let’s chop the strawberry with milky way
Who stood amongst the stunning fences
Which wrought by wicked spirit for a pain
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Am I a noble knight of brush, but often
I use the words instead of rainbow paints
And every night I twitch that double moon
Two battlers wanna smash and smoking
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When sunny day shall come for you at last
You’ll do more better – my desire – dance
With autumn wind – such awkward minuet
And sudden craving for nocturnal smoke
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What heart hath lost on barren path that
Fading fast in front of vastness lowland
No more I wander off the course
In sweetie sweetness of my hollow
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Beware soldier – I am amongst the stars
Adieu the azure-blue, I will return at night
A lot of hearts are full of scarlet blood
Let dream – convert to pleasure into lust
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Dim smile always dwell among the trees
I’ll send you message through the breeze
Affection often left much-many scars
Come hither savages – I am afar…
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Why summer music fled away to Thee
And bitter taste of autumn will not pleasure
But missis winter comes without plea
In springtime sadness stares at my mopes
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Alack, there is no end of time had passed
Much never ending latitude of thoughts
French laissez-faire, freedom, ‘tis a nous
Let’s fight for liberty my torrid libertines
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Upheaval or recession boiled in the black
I’ve found youngest silhouette in glee
The hand takes hand and says…
Without any words – goodbye immortal lot
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How far are you going to stride to the dream
Perfection yet dwelling in azure above
Alack a day but duty goes first
For better deeds there is no vertigo kiss
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Do I lie lonely on morning-dewy grass?
He won’t make affection with your nature
Strange queue of pretty clouds look at you
They dances leisurely and feast without you
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For Thee I’ll hum so many sappy songs
And all day long I am lying under blue
But much more time without pleasure
‘tis nosey ladybird is staring at me…
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In rain I’m waiting for the fervent flame
Got any baccy…air tainted with odd smoke
A queue of queer little thoughts can’t stop
Till morning chimney has been drawing
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Four brutal blacksmiths spanking steel
There will be pleasant summer leisure
Across through azure abyss I shall fly
But salty sweat is in the air pleasure
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A. Glukhov. Drapery. 1990. The Blagodatov collection in St. Petersburg.
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Dark thunder storm of wicked rain
Half-broken heart beating but fatigue
Cold drizzle falling all day long
Much salty favor on the beach…
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Dim light I see on firmament above
Our hearts struggle very hard
The drollest dreams are melting fast
A blanket of the morning grass
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Ye thou hairy twigs there are so much
I fell on knees before the greatest trees
At last I touch the double moon
This night that never come again
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Short light I’m seeing and gale burst
All died but left that vertigo past
We shall not touch and won’t look upon
I lie – above the beauty dawn…
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A pair of drunken summer storms
Do craving for much yummy breath
Too many dents after the heavy blow
So many thoughts she went away
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Ignes fatui sing their melancholy song
The spunky lad is lying under tired sod
The earth ate heart but ashes still alive
To you thru sunny beam I run…
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Two wiry arms as strong as wild winds
His gale has been spanking dream
Through twisting dance I am with you
The ancient stamina and you and I
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Your torrid eyes I see through the time
An ardent knight is living in my heart
In May I’d met the idle lazy tree
With brutal vigor I am free…
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Dense forest calling me to Thee
Amongst the trees are pure rivers
I gaze and gaze inside the Dark
And no winds from now on at last
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I rubbed and rubbed the juicy grass
Be good to me in silent morning
Such mortal drugs in human veins
But human words hurt more than swords
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Much-many ladybirds were flying over head
I’d looked upon that summer field of past
On fingers had been sitting twelve at once
It was a memory but slowly still lasts…
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Upon my tomb yet snowflakes are falling
Last winter song in distance I’ve heard
I’ve no seen bright colors in blue light
A pensive truth for wintertime indeed
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But by the welkin, nature keeps the sooth
Again affection-passion in my dreams
A light through light in solitary gleam
I gotta drinking freshness of the air
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Thine paints are playing with each other
Much snow-flakes still whirling over heads
In pool they drown very promptly
And stars on water see His pain…
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There is a heart in golden cage and chains
Resplendence hid your raving beauty
Sore pang lacerated wild youth again
In pristine waters live your lone pain
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On cloud I’ve been sitting drinking tea
Beside the sea much sparkles disappear
Do wanna ride with me through space?
That’s why blue sky still living here…
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The dewy grass are talking with my feet
With passion I will run through morning
Why have no more the feeling in thy lore
With tea on moon I wanna to be sitting
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To whom to who I sang these songs
A lot of beauty – trees along
To left to right – forbidden chance
She smiles toughly – Love above
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As wild wind she’s sauntering with me
The sunset comes along the stormy sea
Two figures sitting on the beach apart
A cruel king will capture ardent hearts
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The stormy nature called on Him
I am with Him – nocturnal party
No doubt – pain still dwell with me
Lethargic trees – there are no tears
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A. Glukhov. Winter landscape. 1990. Kolobova's collection in St. Petersburg.
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Beyond the woods I won’t see His castle
Such picturesque attire thru the trees
Before the dream I’ll touch His hand
In sea of sins I’ll set my journey off
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With vim and vigor wild nature danced
Few silent speeches but without words
Black fields behind us – I am gone
Step forward it is our way…
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What is the virtue in the sky?
A light lit slightly…sun sets lento
Amongst the nature – beauty hue
Ignes fatui shining – not in you…
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His thoughts are scudding through the air
Right in the heart there is a nook for Art
Across the air bridge lies empty barren
And heathen love dwells in the vault
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I’d seen an ancient statue in my dream
