Forgotten lyrics Veronica Tushnova.

Did you ever - ever sailed on the broad water
embracing tightly and carefully body
and so the seagull while flying over the sea,
to cloud melted in height?
Did you ever - ever in the heat
dobredal to key
that kogryagi and stones
protects murmuring,
that pushes the hanging roots and licks
and silver balls on the moss below T?
You went and drank greedily this cold,
burning his dusty cheeks and forehead?
Did you ever - ever after
very long separation
warmed my heart
a lovely hand?
Did you ever - nibudslyshal,
in the darkness, in a dream,
the first rain in the spring?
And childish little hand you hugged?
And good luck in the big things happen?



If so, I'm almost ready to agree -
you are happy .....
But the answer to the last question:
have you ever - ever
made others happy?
Are you silent?
So forgive me cruel word -
happiness in life
you know it was not possible!

We step on the brilliance of the moon,
I and my companion casual.
The night is cold,
night thoughtless
in the lunar frost as winter.
dim glimmer
mountain snow,
weightless on the moon. . .
Sky former.
Stars of the past.
Wings behind the back of the old!
My two young wing. . . .
How to forget about them, I could?
Through the rocks,
creeks gullies
river crumpled brocade
"Everything is available,
and everything is permitted! "-
wish
and fly!
Grass underfoot nesmyataya
in an ice-blue dew.
And the soul - that
all winged.
Only know about it
not all.




Over rocky gray Krucha is helped
Falcon sailed majestically
in more rusty barbed and
that - that sleepy squeal.
Under ruddy ash
you did not call me beloved,
kissing in the eye without looking
tangled strands not stroking.
But to tell you for the honor,
and not at all upset -
so easily we were together,
so magical shadow swung
so light slid glare,
so the water in the rocks sparkled. . . .
Does this really great sin,
to us this car?
Day carefree, fleeting. . . .
So if we were to blame. . .
so that together we forever
sentenced him?

Mount nesёsh - think
as if his shoulders reset
wherever his throw,
which would leave him.
Happiness nesёsh - think
like him not to stumble,
as if it is not broke,
who would not have taken away.
And so my happiness -
any grief tyazhche,
stone, iron, -
my hands in the blood of indented.
And the roads - that nemoschёnye,
and meet all the black clouds,
rain, and the wind, but the swamp forest.
How to get out of the woods, I do not know.
Would have long since exhausted, I was beat,
choked marsh zhizheyu,
when I had not known - Select
when would not believe - will survive,
whenever all the time did not remember:
just would not stumble,
only not broken,
Only if someone is not taken away!

Frosty Forest.
In full dress
trees, mummies, statues, trees ...
I admire this beauty,
not take my eyes,
and the heart does not accept.
I love smelling the earth ground
and under foot
foliage elastic layer.
I like to boil, sighs, rustle, rustle,
majestic rumble overhead,
red cowberry on hillsides,
tussocks with limbic grass ...
Work of ants, and bird house warming,
and curious squirrels running around ...
Sudden sadness,
revelry
alternation
a hundred times a day.
I love all that splashing, flowing,
born, changing, growing,
and the old,
and is not afraid of death ...
I can not stand lifeless beauty!
When I pass the January forest
and he was silent,
stotsvetnyh entirely in sequins,
one, I repeat, triumphantly:
"And yet you soon ozhivesh!"

Forgotten lyrics Veronica Tushnova

Photographer Joni Niemela