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Streetlights writing lines in gold,
Every story left untold,
Wind is turning pages fast,
But your name is built to last.

Every echo, every sign,
Brings your distant voice to mine,
Like a melody I knew,
Long before I met you.

If the stars fall out of place,
I will find your hidden trace,
Through the dark and through the blue,
Every road still leads to you.

If the night forgets to shine,
I will be your borrowed light,
Call my name — I’ll make it through,
Every road still leads to you.

Time can bend but not erase
Certain hearts it can’t replace,
Crowded rooms and neon skies
Cannot hide your in my eyes.

Every doubt begins to fade,
Every promise that we made,
Lives and breathes beyond the days,
Burning in a quiet blaze.

Not by chance and not by scheme,
You appeared just like a dream,
Some connections never end —
They just wait around the bend.

If the world redraws the map,
I will follow every path,
No matter what we’re walking through,
Every road still leads to you.

Leads to you… always you.

The night is breathing slow and deep,
The city’s wide awake but still asleep,
Your shadow dances on the wall,
Like it knows something I can’t recall.
Every word you never say
Feels louder than the ones that stay,
You look at me like you already know
How far my heart is ready to go.
I miss you even when you’re here,
Even when your voice is near,
Every second pulls me through,
I’m close to you, but missing you.
I miss you in your quiet smile,
In every pause that lasts a while,
You’re right beside me, crystal clear,
But somehow… I still miss you here.
The world keeps spinning, fast and blind,
But time slows down when you’re in my mind,
Your laugh cuts through the noise inside,
A spark I never try to hide.
I’ve learned that love is not the pain,
Not every loss and not every chain,
It’s wanting more when you have it all,
It’s hearing hope inside a fall.
Maybe love is not the fear of goodbye,
But feeling something you can’t deny,
Not the distance, not the wait,
Just knowing this is real… this fate.
I miss you not because you’re gone,
But because my heart keeps moving on,
Deeper into what we are,
Past every line, past every scar.
You’re here with me, and that is true,
But loving you means missing you,
Right here, right now, I hold you near,
And still… I miss you when you’re here.

Ton sourire est un piège doux,
Un secret que je veux voler.
Je sens mon cœur devenir fou,
Rien qu’à te regarder parler.

​On joue avec des mots légers,
Comme des bulles dans le vent.
Voudrais-tu me laisser entrer
Dans ton sillage envoûtant?

​Ton regard me donne de l'audace,
Dis-moi, quel serait donc ton prix?
Pour que le temps enfin s'efface,
Sous le beau ciel de tout Paris.

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24 Ocak 2026

Für Alex & Julia
Перевод стиха/ песни « Незабудка»

Du bist ein Stern im weiten Himmel,
Ein frischer Wind, ein Sonnenschein,
Du bist die Note einer Harfe,
Und lecker wie der rote Wein.
Du bist wie Rose, die toll duftet,
Wie bunter Schmetterling im Wald,
Du bist ein Buch voller Gedichte,
Ein Meisterwerk von mir gemalt.

Vergissmeinnicht, du bist mein Leben,
Vergissmeinnicht du bist mein Licht
In dem Gedicht will ich verweilen,
Mit dir an meiner Seite , Vergissmeinnicht

Du bist ein grünes Blatt im Sommer,
Ein buntes Kleid vom Herbst gekrönt,
Du bist ein Tropfen Sommerregens,
Ein Fluss der uns umströmt.
Du bist ein Kuss, der Lippen schmeichelt,
Ein Funken, das im Auge lebt,
Du bist das Grübchen, welches sieht man,
Wenn dein Gesicht vorm Glück erbebt.

Vergissmeinnicht, du bist mein Leben,
Vergissmeinnicht du bist mein Licht
In dem Gedicht will ich verweilen,
Mit dir an meiner Seite , Vergissmeinnicht

Du warst und bist meine Geliebte,
Mein Atem, Herzschlag, Augenlicht,
Des Lebens Sinn zeigt mir Geschichte,
Die uns verbindet, mittendrin.

Vergissmeinnicht, du bist mein Leben,
Vergissmeinnicht du bist mein Licht
In dem Gedicht will ich verweilen,
Mit dir an meiner Seite , Vergissmeinnicht

Für immer dein, in deinem Glanz,
Vergiss mich nicht
In diesem Liebestanz

Slow….
Slowly…
Hush..
Hush…
I’m farther than we are close
Night holds the world
Without words
Hush…
Hush…
Hush…
Slowly
Breathe with me
Slowly
Don’t let go
The body remembers
What is hidden
Light in your eyes
And that’s all
Slowly
Breathe with me
Slowly
Don’t let go
Hush
Hush
Hush…
I feel the rhythm
Between a breath
And a step
Slowly
Lead me
Slowly
Don’t let go
A touch of light
Inside
Without words
Without time
Slowly
Lead me
Slowly
Don’t let go

Quel chemin prendre pour t'atteindre,
Quand tout s'efface sous la neige?
Les vents ne veulent pas se plaindre,
Mais du décor, ils font un siège.

​Les pistes sont toutes effacées,
Par les tempêtes et les frimas,
Nos traces semblent s'être lassées,
Perdues dans l'ombre de mes pas.

​Mais si ta flamme enfin m'éclaire,
Je trouverai le bon chemin.
Bravant l'hiver и sa colère,
J'irai vers toi, tenant ton destin.

Новы год праз два дні,
Сябры збяруцца разам.
Святочная музыка стварае Навагоднюю атмасферу,
Звычайнае жыццё спыняецца— Чароўныя агеньчыкі ажываюць.

Усе сябры перастануць
Думаць аб праблемах,
Самая вясёлая ноч у годзе ўжо Амаль наступіла.
Дык давайце пажадаем адзін Аднаму самага лепшага
І самага прыгожага!
З НОВЫМ ГОДАМ СЯБРЫ!

We don’t talk, but we know,
Every move is feeling slow.
Coffee cold, lights are low,
This is more than we show.
You look calm, I stay still,
Like the air is holding will.
No mistakes, no control,
Just the truth we can’t ignore.
Hands don’t touch, but they wait,
Time is thin, it’s getting late.
No regret, no excuse,
Just the moment we both choose.
We don’t need to say it loud,
Everything is clear right now.
No more running, no more doubt,
This is where we’re standing now.

La nuit me comprend,
Elle ne pose pas de nom.
Le jour me regarde
Comme une accusation.

Laissez l’ombre durer,
Encore un instant.
Dans le noir, au moins,
Je peux être absent.

Si la nuit s’achève,
Je n’aurai plus de répit.
Alors je la retiens
Au bord de ma vie.

Je me réveille en sursaut,
Le cœur encore en feu.
La nuit colle à ma peau,
Le silence est affreux.

Je cherche un mauvais rêve,
Une fuite, un abri.
Mais l’aube me répète :
Ce n’était pas la nuit.

Les murs sont trop réels,
Le souffle trop précis.
La peur ne disparaît pas –
Elle vit ici.

J’ouvre enfin les yeux,
L’ombre est toujours là.
Ce n’est pas un cauchemar,
C’est déjà moi.

The vector of your speed left me the projection,
And a straight pointed hand get over my heart.
I thought that physics couldn't be an agreeable matter,
But you have shown me its incredible art!
So much energy! And all of it is going out!
I look at you, and I can't understand:
These elements are difficult, but you make a compound.
Your movements are so light, and you fly above the land.
You have your own power to conquer gravitation!
This is a fantastic strength! Use it at the moment!
Physics is an art! This is true creation!
Please, never slow down! Believe me, it's important!

I like the snow in the spring,
When little flakes fly up the ground.
And when you go for a walk,
Your stapes will utter crispy sound.
The snow shines on grey roofs brightly,
It covers benches, swings and grass.
And you can see first green spring leaves,
Which hidden under white glaze.
I call to mind frozen winter, -
This is the most lovely tide.
I will put on my winter clothes,
And I will go outside.

C'est aujourd'hui le père Noël
Viendra chez les enfants.
Il descendra du haut du ciel
Sur son traîneau d'argent.

​Ses rennes volent dans la nuit,
Galopent sur les toits,
Il entre sans faire de bruit
Pendant qu'on dort, je crois.

​Sous le sapin illuminé,
Il posera ses cadeaux,
Repartira, bien fatigué,
Vers ses pays de givre et d'eau.

Oh mein Gott, du bist so ein wunderschöner Mann! Ich habe mich Hals über Kopf in dich verliebt! Oh mein Gott, du bist so klug, und ich bin so dumm und verrückt, ich glaube, ich bin krank, aber mit dir, und du?

Oh mein Gott, oh mein Gott, meine Mutter, du kennst die Geheimnisse deines Sohnes nicht.

Ich verehre und liebe ihn einfach, aber wir werden uns diesen Winter nicht sehen. Es ist so traurig, so unerwartet traurig! Ich werde dich vermissen!

Leb wohl, mein Prinz, ich werde in diesen leidenschaftlichen Nächten auf dich warten und dich lieben, dich bis zum Weinen und bis zum Tod lieben!

Naiver Traum, lebe wohl!

Oh mon Dieu, tu es un homme si beau, si beau ! Je suis tombée amoureuse de toi comme un petit oiseau au paradis ! Oh mon Dieu, tu es si intelligent, et moi si bête et folle, je crois que je deviens malade, mais avec toi, et toi ?

Oh mon Dieu, oh mon Dieu, ma mère, tu ne connais pas les secrets de ton fils.

Je l'adore et l'aime tout simplement, mais nous ne nous verrons pas cet hiver. C'est si triste, si triste d'un coup ! Tu vas me manquer !

Adieu, mon prince, je t'attendrai durant ces nuits passionnées et je t'aimerai, je t'aimerai jusqu'aux larmes et jusqu'à la mort !

Rêve naïf, adieu !

Le temps s’étire, sans bord,
Ni fin, ni rivage,
L’être avance, encore,
Dans l’ombre des âges.

Chaque instant se répète,
Changeant de visage,
Ce qui naît déjà guette
Son propre passage.

Nous sommes souffle et trace,
Éclair lent, fragile,
L’infini nous enlace,
Calme et immobile.

Être, c’est revenir,
Sans jamais partir,
Dans le cercle du dire
Et du devenir.

La neige tombe, légère,
En secret, sans voix.
Elle apaise la terre,
Et ralentit les pas.

Chaque flocon s’attarde,
Avant de se poser,
Le monde se regarde
Enfin respirer.

Les lampes, or fragile,
Frémissent dans le froid,
La nuit devient docile
Sous ce manteau de soie.

Tout se tait, tout espère,
Sous le ciel en suspens,
Car la neige sait faire
Parler le cœur du temps.

Listening to a song
I’ve never heard before,
I feel nostalgic for times I never lived through...

I'm interested - why so?
I’ve noticed this feeling more than once,
but I didn’t know its name.

And I think that anemoia is necessary —
not just because you’re living a beautiful moment,
but because you’re also learning about this feeling
and the times when people lived as they did then.

This knowledge is not a mistake.
It’s what your intuition tells you —
the emergence of an infallible feeling that cannot be ignored.

Perhaps we have lived more than once,
perhaps we have been reborn,
so our souls may know of those times.
But since we cannot remember our past lives,
we are left with this feeling.

Therefore, all we can do now is analyze it logically,
compare it intuitively,
and explore the aesthetics of that time
through the feeling called anemoia.

In her veins the shadows linger,
Summer’s voice is long forgotten.
Like a phoenix turned to cinder,
In the silence he lay broken.
She once knew that love’s commandments
Fade like stone in mist and ember.
And the world kept spinning ’round her,
Empty, strange — a fading temple.
Then he came, quiet as the evening,
With his words he sang her sunrise.
Not the force of thunder’s grieving —
Just a whisper brought her soul to life.
He demanded no believing,
Swore no oaths and built no castles.
Spoke in words like roots of treetops
Growing where no ranks can hassle.
And within her heart a fire
Flickered faint — the echo waking.
Like a wave that follows onward,
Breathing back the moments taken.
Then he came, quiet as the evening,
With his words he sang her sunrise.
Not the force of thunder’s grieving —
Just a whisper brought her soul to life.
Soft he spoke, and night’s thin veil
Slowly slipped away and scattered.
Like a tide of silent power,
He dissolved her hurt and shatter.
Words — not swords, and not the circles,
Not the storm, the cry, the flame.
Just a gentle light that melts the frost
And brings a lifeless face to name.
Then he came, quiet as the evening,
With his words he sang her sunrise.
Not the force of thunder’s grieving —
Just a whisper brought her soul to life.