We are making too much fuss
We've forgotten how to smile
Every day we work, discuss,
Being ruthless, being vile...

We are greedy all the time
Without money we feel odd
And by thinking we're sublime
We have lost the faith in God.

For the Nature, we don't strive
Thinking that she's our right,
And if we get rich and thrive
We shall boast with all our might.

But as humans, we are cheap
And can see those who have eyes
That in graveyards lie and sleep
Thousands of important guys.

Maybe you're not a king that has been crowned
Maybe you're not a sage, but a poor lad
Yet, my dear man, if you were not around
The world would be so wretched and so sad.

Maybe you're not as graceful as a swan
Maybe you're not an artist so unique
Yet, lady, if you didn't laugh at dawn
The world would be so cheerless and so bleak.

Maybe you're not as restless as a child
Maybe you're not so full of energy
But without you, my friends, the Earth were wild
And the whole world would live in lethargy.

Listen, my love, to the rain falling free
Come closer, this night is for you and for me
Don't tell a thing, only give me your touch
This is a time when I need you so much...

My heart is down and is weeping like rain
I'd like to sleep, yet my mind is in pain
I had a nightmare, so nasty and gray,
That autumn had come and you went away.

So, help me forget the dream that I had
Your youthful body can make me feel glad
Give me to sip the sweet love from the cup
If I get drunk I'll forget the break up.

Kiss me, be tender, caress my sad eyes
Then warm my poor heart and make it to rise,
But you are not moving, the silence is deep
I turn and I see you have fallen asleep.

Love is wondrous when it's true
It can light your heart's desire
And if someday dies the fire
Memories will stay with you.

Memories are so profound,
And so faithful, there's no doubt,
But if they will be wiped out
Happiness will stick around.

Happiness is good, fertile
It does not depend on love
Or the memories thereof,
But of things that make you smile.

Flames are dancing in the fireplace
In the cabin only we are present
My heart's beating at a faster pace
And the bed is soft and very pleasant.

Night is falling, probably too soon,
Snow has stopped, at least I have this feeling,
I can hardly see the crescent moon
Through the steamy window near the ceiling.

In the room, the magic is divine
We are silent, but I touch your shoulder
And I kiss you, thinking you are mine,
Even though you're young and I am older.

You are huddling gently on my chest
Then I feel the warmth of your embraces
In the end we stop to sleep and rest -
Only God can see our happy faces.

I want badly to get far
Like John Milton, Allan Poe...
To be cherished like a star,
To outshine the crowd below,

To make rhymes inspired and gay
Full of love, as all demand,
But composed in such a way
That the people understand.

How I wish that those who read
To be filled with ecstasy,
And to get immersed, indeed,
In a world of mystery.

I would like to have much fame
And bronze statues – I can't wait –
So that people will exclaim:
“Gosh, this poet is so great!”

Clouds are crowding, flying high
Storm is raging strong and cruel
Rain is falling from the sky
Like a fool.

Streaks are flashing all around,
Bright and brisk and very stout,
They are rushing to the ground
And die out.

Thunders roar like guns in night
Spitting fires blue and red,
With the village seem to fight,
Which is scared.

Wind is running wild and free
Blowing all the leaves away,
Knocking down a willow tree
In its way.

It is cold, for hills are near
And it's dark like in a tomb
But it's warm and cosy here
In my room.