Rays of pink sunrise
Play over the Duomo.
The Golden gate, the wind flies.
So, fly with it, you know.
Her lips are sweet as figs.
In her eyes - the light of far stars.
Beloved woman’s heart thrills
Like breaking out of bars.
I’m trying to survive
by touching the beautiful.
A vain attempt to rise
by touching the beautiful.
Getting closer to the answer
by touching the beautiful.
Love is like a light sphere
You are my beautiful.
Pacific Ocean breeze.
Lush green meadows.
Such a sweet disease.
The Grand Canyon echoes.
Innocent baby’s face.
Honest deeds and conscience.
The Calling abyss of space.
Creation’s magnificence.
The Persistence of Memory.
Ponte Vecchio. Ancient grace.
Naive childish reverie.
All the world goodness in one place.
Her lips are sweet as figs.
In her eyes - the light of far stars.
Beloved woman’s heart thrills
Only pain is kept in scars.
I’m trying to survive
by touching the beautiful.
A vain attempt to rise
by touching the beautiful.
Getting closer to the answer
by touching the beautiful.
Love is like a light sphere
You are my beautiful.