Poems in English: about everything. Dmitry Guéorguiévitch Borrony

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 Peña.

      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.

      About! – Fall! You are beautiful!

      About! – Fall! gold – is bright,

      About! – Fall! Wonderful time.

      Covered with foliage, yellow a blanket summer, We watch at you, a decline the sun gold, All of lands in gold shining, In love the fall of a leaf fall is fine.

      In a peal of a thunder, terrible clouds, Sverkanye of lightnings storm.

      The rain pours on the earth here, Gribov the time has come.

      Here all mushrooms in the wood, Chanterelles grow here.

      Here us fly agarics, wait, Chanterelles live here.

      Here only rest, is rest and calm, Here the wood and the house, animals forest Here.

      Rest and silence, forest beauty.

      Rest of animals forest, green home.

      In love to the nature, silence rest, At rest of silence, love to your fine creation, fall.

      About love to seasons

      I love winter, I love spring, I Love summer, I love fall.

      All times are loved by me years, Love, fine times I years.

      The winter came! A white blanket the earth was laid by it.

      Cold frost, frost a red nose, It brought gifts to us.

      New year, frost and ice.

      Kids play snowballs, ski, stand on ice.

      Play hockey, snowflakes downwind walk, they Are turned over us playfully, they play with us it is zealous.

      It painted a frost pattern, glasses, In patterns the beautiful.

      There is a fir-tree, there hoarfrost, there night stars, the Artist it, is great cold in the white winter.

      The spring thaw, miraculously around, goes Spring, it already around.

      The sun rises, the spring approaches, Snow conceals, trees blossom.

      Buds of leaves bulk up, Trees blossom.

      Leaves put on, Fine love enjoy.

      They, Birds, sing spring on branches deciduous trees awakening.

      Everything comes to life, everything dawns, the Summer approaches.

      The summer, is time to walk and has fun!

      The summer, is time fun.

      Beauty love of the fine creation, Fun of life, in beams burning in a firmament the sun.

      It plays with us, and we are loved by it, Under it we blossom, we live.

      In its creation, its moon girlfriend, the Night lamp, shining with the traveler.

      Stars flicker in the Milky Way, they Are fine, in the sky of blinking, In constellations of deep dark night, With the companion, the moon.

      Cold gradually comes, leaves turn yellow here fall down, the Fall yellow approaches, the yellow carpet of a leaf fall covers the earth.

      It rustles on the earth beautifully, and stately fall down leaves, pleasing with Yellow color us, in calm of trees of yellow leaves.

      Birds stop, on the South fly away, the Woodpecker knocks, the cuckoo cuckoo’s, Chickabiddies hatch from eggs, They bawl, want to eat.

      Hunters them will profit wishing, On nests it climbs.

      The children left one he eats, devastating nests, the Family cosines of happiness.

      The winter came, open gate, Year passed, and new came.

      The cycle of life annual is finished, and new comes, our New year, our holiday winter, our the road it came to us home.

      About the sea

      The ship in the ocean floats, the ship on waves Floats.

      The ship during a storm, a calm floats, the ship near the moon fine Floats.

      The calm and smooth surface around, floats the ship, Towards to the adventures.

      We love it everything, my ship, we Love it us, our ship, we Love it everything, the sea, calm.

      About the nature

      The forest valley, slum thicket, Is beautiful it, and it is loved by us.

      Beauty of the wood, they are