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Ekim ayı geldi yağmurla,
Senden bir haberi bekliyorum artık.
Yaprakla gelen selamım sana,
Geleceksin bir gün elbette sen yârim.

Ich bin ja so müde, du ahnst es nicht mal…
Als wäre in mir jedes Licht nun erstickt.
Du starrst in den Abgrund, doch siehst nicht die Qual,
Dass dort auf dem Grund längst kein Monster mehr blickt.

Aus zerrissenen Adern zu weben bin müd
Einen Mantel, der gänzlich den Wolfsrachen deckt,
Damit in der Festung, wo Heiligkeit blüht,
Der Aussatz in mir nicht die Menge erschreckt.

Ich bin müde, vor gesichtslosen Reitern zu rennen,
An Altären zu beten, zu Staub nun zersetzt,
Im Dunkeln zu schlafen, wo Träume verbrennen,
Wo der Henker auf eigenen Knochen sich wetzt.

Tief im Innern, wo lautlos die Fäulnis sich mehret,
Zerfleischen zwei Schwestern sich krank und in Qual:
Die eine, die gierig dem Feuer verzehret,
Die andre, begraben in Eis und in Stahl.

Die im Eis flüstert kalt: "Schneide tief in die Venen,
Doch so, dass die Rechnung im Bauplan besteht!"
Die im Feuer indes, über Asche-Arenen,
Jagt wie ein Vogel, der blutig in Klingen sich dreht.

Sie winseln und nagen tief unter dem Herzen,
Zerreißen mein schwärzliches, leeres Gemach.
Die eine, sie röchelt: "Nur Hoffnung bringt Schmerzen!"
Die zweite vom Schlüssel, der eisig zerbrach.

Nun spürst du den Abgrund, ertastest die Qual,
Wo Rost auf den Steinen sich eisig verstrickt.
Ich bin ja so müde, du ahnst es nicht mal…
Als wäre in mir jedes Licht nun erstickt.

Размазано окно эффектом blur.
Мелодия журчит – осенний блюз.
Блютуз для меланхо́лии – включён.
"Welcome to Есень!" – шепчет старый клён.
Окутал розы призрак папирос.
Свело олдскулы! Ностальжи – до слёз.
Ах, осень, я тебя опять обрёл!
Бонита фрау мадамма super girl.
Вовек твой не померкнет ореол.
Вечор сгустил все краски в чудо–фон.
Не может чувства передать – айфон.
А только упоенный маг – пиит
Любви гербарий к жизни возвратит.
In vino veritas... Бон аппетит!
Дас ист фантастиш. Черри ма, come on.
Мы осени осанну воспоём!
Пусть на душе – бальзам и мухомор.
Амур не излечить. О, Nevermore!

Wie geht’s?
-Alles gut, nur das herbstliche Wetter
schleicht sich ein in die Seele, legt sich auf die Hand.
Ständig fallen vom Himmel etliche Blätter
Und ich fürchte, es bringt mich um den Verstand.
Gestern klopfte der Regen an mein einsames Fenster
Und die Nacht war so dunkel, wie lange nicht mehr,
Ein Gedanke kam mir, in der Stille, als erster:
Das Alleinsein im Herbst ist doch eigentlich nicht fair...

Senden hiç vazgeçmedim ki, canım.
Kapını açtığında değişti o halim.
Hayalimize el ele yürüyoruz, canım,
Kalabalık ortasında birlikteyiz, sevgilim.

Sous le vent d'ouest s'élève une voix sans éclat,
elle a franchi les ports, les saisons, les combats.
Je la porte en moi-même ainsi qu'un pli fermé,
qui marche à mes côtés sans s'être jamais nommé.

Tu te caches au creux d'un seul prénom scellé,
je reconnais l'orage à ton timbre voilé.
Ce que tu tais, ton souffle enfin le fait céder:
je l'accueille, et m'efface, et me tais sans plier.

Lütfen, ne olur gitme buradan!
Senden kalmanı istiyorum.
Şu an ayrılamam ben uzaktan,
Beni beklemeni istiyorum.

Esen rüzgarla geleceğim uzaktan,
Sana yetişeceğim, eminim.
Yağan yağmurla yürüyeceğiz, buradan
Birlikte eve döneceğiz, eminim.

© Марьям Ахмадулина, 19.09.2026

Seni çok bekledim kızım.
Uzaktan geldim sana.
Aç kapıyı, gönül çiçeğim.
Ben her şeye razıyım, unutma.

A piece of your soul was torn away,
They say: “Come on, just live on...”
But a patch is an unreliable thing:
It’ll tear off — and not only here.
They stitched you up alive, in haste,
Only the thread turned out too thin.
And now emptiness blows through your chest,
Longing scorches you from within.

And they keep saying: “Wait, it will heal!
Time heals, come on, just forward!”
But where now is that abandoned edge,
Where the days burned? Where is that paradise?
This patch will crack in the wind,
And darkness will crawl along the seams.
If you tear the zenith from the sky —
Then where will the soul fly?

Every step now is thin ice,
You barely step — and it starts to crack.
Someone cut a piece out of the heart,
Put it in your hands and simply said: “Here...”
But how to live with emptiness inside?
Only thoughts alone in the night.
Help me, lead me through the dark,
Teach me to live! Show me!

And no one will show the way,
You’ll have to pass through this abyss.
Let the bad fabric tear,
Where emptiness was — steel will be.
From shards and cracks of ice
A new height will take shape.
It will heal, the edge will scar,
There will be a day, you’ll find your paradise.
Breathe. Catch this light.
There, beyond the sky, lives… dawn.

Uzak durma artık benden,
Sen kaçamazsın bir yere.
Yolun bana doğru giden,
Sen geleceksin harbiden.

Benim aşkım sana doğru.
Kaçma artık uzaklara.
Kalbim artık seninle dolu,
Sana mektup yazan adam.

Two hours, and the tea's gone cold,
You kiss my shoulder, soft and slow.
You say you love me, then goodbye,
The door clicks shut, and I'm alone.
I stand here in the quiet air,
Count to ten, then count again.
You said that love was real — and there,
But I can't hold what never lands.

No one else could love me quite like you —
In a rush, on the run, half a breath.
I hold these two hours in my hands
Like the only air I have left.
No one else could wait the way I do —
By the window, in the dark, alone.
But if you're all there is to have,
Then I'm a house without a home.

Two years, and I'm counting days,
Split in "before" and "after you."
You come to me, but we're not us —
Just two shadows passing through.
I don't know where you lay your head,
I don't know what I am to you.
You said that love was just a lie
If it hides behind the truth.

No one else could love me quite like you —
In a rush, on the run, half a breath.
I hold these two hours in my hands
Like the only air I have left.
No one else could wait the way I do —
By the window, in the dark, alone.
But if you're all there is to have,
Then I'm a house without a home.

And if you are the only light,
Why does it feel so cold in here?
And if I'm no one without you —
Then who am I when I'm with me?

No one else could love me quite like you —
In a rush, on the run, half a breath.
But I can hold myself, I know —
Not in two hours, not in debt.
I won't wait here by the window,
I won't count the hands of time.
If you're all there is to have,
Then I am yours — and I am mine.

Two hours.
But life is not two hours.
I won't divide it
Into "you" and "I."
No one else could love me quite like I can.
Now.
I will.

Duy sesimi, ne olur bir dinle,
Ben hep seninle olacağım.
Sen kapatma yüreğini,
Ben çiçeğine su vereceğim.

Ben sana geldim kızım, her şeye rağmen geldim.
Her şeyimi değiştirmeye karar aldım.
Artık sadece sen varsın ve ben
Tam bu sonbahar ortasında.


© Марьям Ахмадулина, 16.09.2026

Sen derinden kalbime dokundun.
İlk bakışta senden kopamadım.
Gel, hayatımın çiçeği ol, gülüm.
Ela gözlerini unutamam, eminim.

Senin rüzgarla esen o kokunu
İlk anda hissettiğimi unutamadım.
Kalbimi aşkınla canlandırdın, gülüm,
Gel, birlikte kutlayacağız, ey canımın içi!

Bu sonbaharda her şey değişecek.
Sen benim için yaratılmışsın, eminim.
Sonsuza kadar seni seveceğim.
İyi ki hayatıma geldin, güzel çiçeğim!

Life's worth nothing atp
We've lost humanity
Everything's messed up
Mess it down and make it shut
Dimwits ruinning the place
And they'll never come to rest
Rest assured they'll beat the rest
Those who were against - arrest
People are the greatest flaw
Those who were and not in flow
May the Earth be a better place
We will not have left a trace

Not merely figures on a page,
Not merely profits we can gain -
There's power born at every stage,
And those beside us
Share the flame.

Money itself has curious ways:
It rests in silence, still and cold.
But give it purpose - and it plays
A part in dreams that can unfold.

The songs of triumph start to sound,
And seeds of energy take flight;
Through generations they resound,
Awakening new paths of light.

It turns into a dream come true,
Once far beyond our distant sight;
A helping hand to see us through,
A chance to say:
"I'm by your side."

To build a home, begin anew,
Give wings to dreams
And let them fly,
To lend a hand and help someone through,
To give them freedom -
Wings and sky!

True wealth is not
A row of noughts,
Nor numbers glorifying names;
It gains its strength through generous thoughts,
And grows when shared in living flames.

Life gathers many of us here,
Though each has travelled different ways;
Together, horizons become clear,
And wider grow with every day.

Thanks, Nathan Jones,
For giving flight,
For that first powerful spark you gave,

For turning impulse into light,
And helping hearts grow strong and brave!

Our "Club С8" - where we create,
Where joyful energies ignite;
While love and knowledge resonate,
We live, we grow, we move toward light!

May profits multiply and grow,
May they become what dreams inspire;
May generous hearts
Receive and know
Abundance worthy of their fire!

And if they ask:
"Where lies true wealth?"
The answer comes,
Both clear and free:
Its kingdom isn't numbers, wealth -
It's what we bring to life and see.

10.09.2026

Oublie le public, les décors, l'illusion,
Les mots qu'on jette à la foule en fusion.
Plus de performance, plus de faux semblants,
Viens me parler, tout simplement.
​Laisse tomber les feux de la nuit,
Et les bravos stériles qui font du bruit.
Quand nous serons tête-à-tête, tous les deux,
Le seul éclat qui reste sera dans nos yeux.
​Juste ton regard qui éclaire le mien,
Dans cet espace où personne ne vient.

Ben geldim sana dökülen yaprakla.
Zaten bekledin beni sen her gün.
Yağmur yağıyor, sırılsıklam toprak da.
Kavuşma zamanı gelmişti artık, gülüm.

Hasret bitiyor dökülen her yaprakla.
Yağmur yağdı, kısalır sonbaharın o günü.
Dolaşıyoruz el ele tutuşup sokaklarda.
Koşulsuz seveceğiz seninle, gülüm.

Je me déconnecte de toi,
Puisque ton cœur reste de glace,
Je renonce enfin à ce toit
Où je n'ai jamais eu ma place.

​Tu m'as laissé parler au vide,
Ignorant mes moindres sanglots,
Et devant ton regard aride,
J'ai ravalé tous mes beaux mots.

​Il n'y a rien à secourir,
Tu t'en fous de me voir tomber,
Alors je préfère partir
Plutôt que d'insister d'aimer.