Vivid dreams. Книга на 5 языках

Ingret Nagoeva

Poetry… spilled in the air, hidden in the gaze, heard in the rustle of foliage – it surrounds us. The poet becomes a guide to the world of beauty for everyone who is ready to follow him.Are you ready? Than, this book is for you!Книга стихов на русском, английском, испанском, французском и кабардинском языках вдохновляет изучать языки, будит воображение и открывает читателю новые миры. Если вы знаете один из пяти языков и любите поэзию, то эта книга для вас!

© Ingret Nagoeva, 2023

ISBN 978-5-0055-3416-3

Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero

Poetry in English

Spring

The spring song, you are in my heart,

Your image stays in my mind,

How the sun shines all day long,

& the moon illuminates the night.

Vivid dreams

Sunrise in the blue skies.

The dawn is coming with a light

In the pinkish haze of clouds

Over the houses of sleeping towns.

Delicate pastel colours.

Springtime is fresh and sound.

Created from sacred hopes,

In love with the scent of blossom.

The deluge of rain showers

The fields of blooming flowers.

Rain beats on green leaves

Reviving vivid dreams!

Emerald spring

Emerald spring!

The golden rays of the sun,

Waking up from sleep,

Shine from under the clouds.

Emerald fields!

Mountains, like crystal,

Along the purest stream —

Malachite forests.

Emerald evening!

A weightless breeze is

Barely blowing.

Ice is melting on the rivers.

Happiness

Happiness.

Quiet and loud,

In company and in solitude,

In nature and in the city…

It will overtake you unexpectedly

and then remain in a hidden corner

of your soul,

Only yours,

Forever.

To the ocean

I run from a height to the ocean,

The sea-green surface I see.

I taste the smell of the sea,

I feel breeze! I feel so emotion!

The wind blows my hair with caution.

The waves start to light up with

The rays of the sun through the mist…

I run towards my healing potion.

Poseidon’s vastness in motion.

A bright beam of light beckons me —

I cannot help myself with this.

I’m running towards to the ocean.

Time

Oh, darling, call me to the south…

The moon and stars are glowing bright,

Hugging in the dusky night,

They promise only peace and quiet…

Take me with you to paradise.

The measured rustle of waves sounds,

There, the sun shines all year round,

And even the time seems to slow down…

I want to live this way for years

And every day thank God at dawn

For freedom, for the sea, for love,

To have no worries and no cares.

Dance

We were dancing in the moonlight

To the murmur of the sea.

We were dancing in the morning

To the rustle of palm trees.

We were in a dancing talk.

Step, then turn. The hearts are beating.

Question — answer — touch,

And the words are streaming…

We were dancing in the moonlight

To the murmur of the sea,

To the bird’s song in the morning —

Whole life dancing, it’s a dream!

In your eyes

We listen to a guitar sound,

with music we can dance for hours,

I look into your eyes…

They have so much of joy and happy,

love and fidelity, and passion:

the whole world is inside your eyes…

You smile to me with open arms,

I feel at home inside your hug.

I look into your eyes…

You know that days and years may pass.

The only thing remains unchanged:

the whole world is inside your eyes!

Fiery greetings

Salty warm drops of spray…

There is light in the grey.

That’s the orange sun drives.

The horizon makes bright.

From the sea a light breeze

Caresses palm trees.

The glass lies, heart-shaped stone,

Among shells on the shore.

From the colourful sky

The first ray of sunshine

Sends its fiery greetings

To the soft waves swishing.

In love with the sea

Who heard the whisper of the waves,

Who fell asleep with ocean noises,

Felt peace and freedom in his soul,

He’ll fall in love with the sea, I know.

The rumble of distant cities has ceased.

The water caresses gently like silk

Drawing whimsical patterns in the sand…

Just sea-green expanses, the salty scent…

Who heard the murmur of the sea,

How seagulls squawking, rustle of palm trees,

Felt the waves rolling down his feet,

I know, he will never forget the sea!

The clouds

What colour are the clouds?

And what if the outlines

Are right before the skyline,

Can you say, ’they are white’?

When sunrise or sunset,

The clouds are on fire.

A sun ray makes them rich,

Or paints them with pale pink.

Like a white-grey veil,

Mist descends from heaven.

The fog envelops seas,

Forests, cities, and fields.

Look at the horizon

When the sun is rising.

The hand of time paints clouds,

Mixing all the colours.

In Paris

I dream that I am in Paris.

The Eiffel Tower sparkles.

It is reflected in the windows

And in the showcases.

I dream of houses and streets,

Remember neatly trimmed trees

And the clouds under the sky…

«When will I see you?» — I cry!

I walk along Champs-Élysées…

«All this in a dream’, — you might say.

But again, and again, I see,

I am walking around Paris…

Madrid

My dear Madrid,

You’re alive in me

In the darkness of dreams,

Where are no miseries.

In me, you’re alive.

Reach me out from above,

From the darkness, like love

Breaks through to the life.

Querido Madrid,

My favorite city,

You are always with me!

Remembrance is heating.

Spanish guitar

La guitarra española,

Music like a river flowed.

La guitarra española

Told me all about her thoughts.

She sang songs about España

And about the real love…

Fingers danced and played so daring

Full of passion, full of life!

La guitarra española,

How I fell in love with you!

La guitarra española,

You alone — my destiny!

Dreams

When you

Can in a violin song

Recognize your soul…

As if somebody wrote the music

From your heart,

As if someone heard screaming

On your inside…

Yes, it is you, eyes closed,

You all surrender to the sounds…

And in the rhythm of rock

Your heart beats evenly.

Yes, you love life,

And you rejoice at happy drops

That fill up in a moment

Your eyes —

You cry…

From an excess of feelings…

Cause… No way to achieve the impossible!

Forgotten goals

Become so real in a dream

To the violin song…

In the chamber of dreams

In the city life noise

I will hear your voice.

The face among strangers.

Is it you, my angel?

That passionate gaze

of your amber eyes…

I remember hands, fingers…

We hug… The wind whispers:

«Turn to me, honey!»

Is it you behind me?

I looked around,

but there was no one.

Only me in the street

In the rustle of leaves…

It’s just me in the wind

In the chamber of dreams…

Again

He who was in love

will fall in love again,

cause the heart,

which has tasted passion,

wants to touch these feelings once again

and to restore freedom to his feelings…

Catch the moment

Catch the moment,

If a chance is arising.

Never forget —

You cannot know everything.

Buy a ticket

To your favourite place —

A self-present

When you lose your balance.

Just say «Yes»

When you need to say that.

Change the world,

Starting with yourself.

Forget the words,

That have already been said.

Catch the moment

Every single day!

Dawn

A pink sunrise meets the azure sky,

The skyline covered with the pale haze.

It is eye-catching: a pink snow lies

On the mountain peaks far away.

The wind rustles in the crowns.

And the crescent is still here.

In an amber dress, the sun is rushing

To catch up with the moon until it disappears.

A ray of sunshine chases dreams away from me.

The day comes in the golden dawn.

The dark shades away to the bird’s trills.

There’s not a cloud in the blue sky.

Secret

The wind blows in the darkness of the night.

Blue peaks are sleeping in a sweet shut-eye.

They wonder of a bright blue sky,

The golden sun of a summer dawn.

Are you sleeping, my dear, my love?

Do you see the mountain top?

Or do you look at the moon now?

Waiting for our date, dove?

Will the wind carry in the rustle of leaves

Words of love that I have whispered at night?

I entrust my secret to the faithful peace.

Will it touch your shoulders with a ray of light?

Cute features

Do you remember

Cute features of summer?

Lilac-pinkish dawns,

Warm rays of the sun,

A subtle skyline.

Do you remember

Sweet features of summer?

How we collect flowers.

In fragrant gardens

Juicy fruits ripen.

Do you remember

Nice features of summer?

Purple gold bonfires,

Streams murmur in silence,

The crescent glows in darkness.

Do you remember…

Impression

That was the initial impression…

A moment of complete sensation:

Your gaze instantly

Left no thought, only a feeling:

Concentration and relaxation,

And loneliness instead of solitude,

Instead of sleep, only wraiths, —

The soul is waiting for a meeting to rest.

Your voice…

Your gaze…

Moment

If I knew I was seeing you for the last time

I would tell you this now.

If I knew, there would be no more chance

Then, of course, I would not be scared.

If I didn’t believe that we will have tomorrow,

I would not be silent all day long…

So, why wait for the moment

Which will pass by unnoticed?

Farewell

Farewell, farewell,

My Love, my Love.

Farewell, farewell,

Goodbye…

Far away, far away

I go, I go.

Far away, far away,

Alone…

Come away, away

With me, with me.

Come away, away

From here…

I will wait, will wait

For you, for you.

It’s not late, not late,

Mon Amour…

The leaf fall

Show me the autumn leaf fall.

That beauty is just like a dream!

The crimson leaves from above,

Like birds, fly in the wind.

From behind the clouds

They will be lit by a ray of the sun,

Looking sadly at the world.

Ah, this moment has so many sides!

With a gesture of farewell

The sun gives to nature

Feast of warmth.

Show me the autumn leaf fall…

Christmas party

Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve.

Holy night is over there.

Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve.

We were waiting for a year!

Santa Claus, Santa Claus,

Merry Christmas wish to us.

Santa Claus, Santa Claus

Bring some presents to the house.

Let it snow, let it snow

To hide all the roads below.

Let it snow, let it snow.

Let us party all day long!