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Vladimir Pavlov Jul 2015
Let's stop the run and look a bit
Clean thoughts and worries, sharp your wit
I'll tell you things might make a hit
So please relax and take a sit

How often you hust look around
And thing about your surround
How many people have you drown
How many corpses feed your lawn

How many chances left behind
How many dances ended blind
How many men you stabbed the back
How many lifes that you have wrecked

How many lies you told in past
How many hopes have turned to dust
How many friends you trade for pence
How many liars in your fence

And after all you prey your God
To make your sorrows go abroad
And after all your mind prefers
To find someone to heal the curse

So now, please think a little bit
Catch thoughts, decissions, sharp your wit
Is God the only one you served
Or you just have things you deserved
Vladimir Pavlov Jul 2015
One day you'll see the other side
Backface of your decisions
But will that day filled with your pride
Or ruined with contritions

Will others think you are the one
Or will they blame your story
Will you prefer to catch a run
Or you'll forget your worries

And if your face go wide in smile
When mind reminds old days
Your happiness avoid exile
And you'll correct your ways
Vladimir Pavlov Jul 2015
Your world is like a fairytale
It's filled in with beauty
Agressive ones that blaming you
But you're still hold your duty

Your life is very heavy
You're victim all the ways
But when the act is over
You're losing all your grace

They tells you you're a lier
Or clap their hands in sence
But you are not a person
When fairytale is ends
Vladimir Pavlov Apr 2015
Your world is like a fairytale
It's filled in with beauty
Agressive ones that blaming you
But you're still hold your duty

Your life is very heavy
You're victim all the ways
But when the act is over
You're losing all your grace

They tells you you're a lier
Or clap their hands in sence
But you are not a person
When fairytale is ends
Vladimir Pavlov Jan 2015
And now, one more time
Humans go through the crime
Thought their souls will remain
But their sorrow won't fade

They're talking to the time
Will they borrow be mine
Or his soul gone through fame
And it never remain

This is just fool man's talks
That have no human walks
Just an idiot's time
For his soul to find rhyme

Is there any or nothing
To find one's more a topic
Will you lead me or guide
To keep perfect my pride

Or you're just a knife's core
To keep separate shores
And you're swallow my mind
To keep perfectness died
Vladimir Pavlov Dec 2014
A wanderer with no home
The way without road
Had rotten by sicknes
And legs're going float

I'm walking the woods and the fields I've not knowed
I meet up the persons, who've taken by turmoil
I'm looking desireless to treasures of toil
In case that their souls took corruption and spoils

My only follower
Is my lonley shadow
And eyes have been closed
By grey hair's pay down

My only own package
Is staff and old note book
Which I will write down
For other's mind forelook

I'll stay in a harsh land with cold wind and passions
There's no place for bards with their thoughtless regressions
There'll be only me and a century pinetrees
Replace up the building of steel and my blindness

In hovel my body
Get warned by fire
And well with fresh water
Will cool the heart's dire

I'll put my old staff in a snowdrift with dashes
When my robe is almost converted to ashes
Then I will transform in a cold river's flowing
And flow down too far to remember the calling
From wanderer's notes collection
Vladimir Pavlov Dec 2014
I'm walking in moonlight
Now strayed in darkness
I want be with you
But I live in apartless

Daybreak has covered ancient forest
And farmer's hops, decay folklorist
I almost forgot who I am, way I'm going
And thoughts going dusk, far from personal glowing

Here Helios running his chariot over
But darkness inside won't dispel the hangover
Where I used to go, and do I need it so?
If every road will just guide me to Rome

I'll lie, fall asleep and get covered by sprouts
Which going to grow, and get higher than clouds
They'll bring live fruits to the people in sorrow
While I"ll leave this world and forget the tomorrow
from wanderer's notes (translation from Russian)
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