The Soul Looks with Squinty Eyes. Victor Sanzh

in web!

      How joyfully and brightly

      The sun is shining…!!!

      Happiness

      Happiness is movement of nature

      And hat, put at an angle,

      The wind that’s knocking at the windows

      And spring drops in jangle,

      Love at first sight,

      Laughter and tears are mates,

      This is a long fight,

      Which is called fate…

      The happiness of greatness

      I’ve seen a lot already

      And learned both fall and soar,

      And suddenly I met a woman,

      Whom haven’t met before.

      Who’s worthy of attention

      And to be glad for ages,

      I love you, dear woman,

      My shiny lovely angel.

      You’re greatness of happiness,

      You are my joy and grief,

      And let your smile in eyes

      I’ll chase in disbelief.

      It’s so far in distance,

      With endless bright starfall,

      When under the moonlight,

      Heart’s dancing rock-n-roll.

      And I believe you feel

      My heart beat’s so wild,

      And I think that my dream

      Will come true not just in mind…

      Now I see a bright

      and so alluring look,

      As if Prometheus

      rule over fire took…

      And these fathomless eyes

      Were lit up by flame,

      And into happiness we plunged

      Of what I’ve always dreamt…

      Oh my God! How much joy!

      What a pity, light will burst,

      In your arms in twilight

      I always want to burn…

      I want to pass a snowstorm

      To go after you,

      So as for my soul awakened

      Your smile was life-giving like dew…

      You’re greatness of happiness,

      You are my joy and grief,

      Live always, live, my darling,

      Bloom and feel relief!!!

      Crazy people wander

      In the World of Love, crazy people wander,

      They see only what they would like to see,

      And their love is like nothing else,

      It is open only for the groom and fiancee!

      Save the planet

      Blue abyss and bright stars

      Infinite Milky Way,

      It’s endless, but perhaps,

      People live there the same way,

      Like we, they feel grief or love,

      Or make dreams come true so far,

      I wish these people

      Never to know war…

      And on our planet

      Consciousness is low,

      Because there are so many fools,

      Who consider it to be power

      From above,

      To kill like an idol and drink nectar

      From a skull,

      They think that by killing,

      They will prolong their own time,

      But for some reason they forget,

      That they need to be human for life…

      Yes, human… great and wise,

      Guided by the only one

      To save Life from disaster…

      And natural resources,

      As a full-fledged Master…

      What?! You do not like

      this word…

      So call yourself at least someone,

      But save the Planet,

      As with no Planet all will die…

      Let’s with your hot hearts

      Melt the ice with their beams,

      And turn the Life into rushing rivers,

      Healing streams…

      To the unknown stars we’ll run away

      By Milky Way…

      We’ll learn the laws of universe

      ETERNAL WE WILL STAY…!!!

      Nature recreates the Earth

      The trees are sloping from the wind

      To the ground

      Both old and young.

      When blizzard or downpour are in rule,

      What we may say…

      When the elements…

      Not everyone then

      has luck.

      Even powerful trunks of oaks

      Are torn with roots…

      When it shakes, thunders, and creeps,

      The volcano from the crater

      With fire shoots.

      Life is such today…

      Why does it

      These feisty Elements

      set against our heads?..

      Let in a hundred…

      Let in two hundred years

      Volcanoes will disgorge the lava further…

      Among the people there’s a saying —

      Nature recreates the Earth!

      P.S. So understand… what is the snag…

      Warble sounds like desire.

      But know, people, it’s all like that —

      Evil on Earth is burned with fire.

      Dedicated to parents

      Dedicated to my parents:

      Sanzharov Parfyon Aleksandrovich

      and Sanzharova Olga Ivanovna

      Yes, SOLDIER’s a custom word,

      A soldier, you feel with soul,

      It sounds Russian, native, and already heard

      Such as we have with you, in whole!