Winter-is white, fields, Traces on snow, here they, Animals forest, animals of my, Beautiful inhabitants forest are white.

Care winter about them, the forest warden here, In the wood their house, it lives here, love and caress gives them, forest the handsome of the wood.

The wood is fine in the winter, In a white blanket fields are shrouded, It is covered with a white sheet, it is pleasant and easy for an Eye.

Flight souls pleasure, Souls of flight, joy of soul of fun, flight Soul, a unification, In beams of heavenly creation.

Love to winter

White it is white, the snowball crackles, frost and jelly outside the window, the Thermometer stiffened, the frost, Snowdrifts golds cracks on the street, the frost crackles.

I see from a window, a wonderful time!

Snow outside the window since morning.

It shines in a bright ray of light, at the beginning of early morning.

frost villain, on the street cracks, Everything cools, and cools, everything the degree is lower lowering, at the beginning of December a frost and an icy cold, It is time to put on in the blanket of snow is white covered.

Trees and bushes dressed fur coats are white, they Sleep in the winter, and us are pleasing to the eye in the winter, the Fine look of winter rest, Tisha and a pacification human here.

The winter is charming, it is cold, fields Are beautiful, snow are white on them.

They lie are charming purity, Love beauty, rest of my soul.

Souls! Fine purity,

Among birches there is it.

Washing the confessor, mother, Churchless, bells ring.

Today holiday our spiritual, Today holiday our, sacred.

Our main holiday, is more main than all it, the Favourite holiday, it is the Saint.

Christmas Eve, at night, the Birth of Jesus, our savior, our father.

Love and the serene creator, the Conductor on our life.

Thoughts are fine, are pure soul, our heart Is opened.

In love a warm time, At the center we sit next.

Our center – a home, In it warmth and our rest.

In family fine that it connected, In love of a fine arrow of the Cupid.

Heart in joy flits,

Pierces with an arrow of the Cupid.

Soul soars on wings of love high, the Beauty fallen in love winter us it.

Trees, hoarfrost, white snow, Soul sings as a bird.

In love nothing is finer is not present As a song of a bullfinch – she is a bird!

My soul, Love fine creation flits as.

We do not flit, we do not sleep, We a wood spirit, we are birds – inhabitants forest.

About death

– About! – to Measure! You are so awful!

– About! – Death! You are so beautiful!

You are cruel and unpredictable, Rest of the world, calm of soul.

Rest souls, with a body parting, Smother leaving, in other universe.

On the Milky Way there is there soul Where only rest where only soul.

Soul reunited with soul, In calm of love of rest – clear light.

There silence, rest of pleasure, There silence, rest pacification.

Fine resettlement in another world, the gift is given Us from above, rest of calm other.

Humility, absolution, Repentance of death, funeral.

The priest drinks in church, he incenses with the Censer, he says the prayer for the dying.

He follows to the grave, the Grave-digger quietly will dig a coffin.

Farewell, sleep with the world here, In calm of rest of depth of centuries.

Live you forever, there in the sky, Live you forever, in a kind light way.

About winter

Night snowy, the snow is also clean, it is time for Love, soul is clean.

My love, snow-winter,

Wonderful time. Winter! Winter.

Béla trees, the nature mother is clean, Béla she and pleasures is stout!

Winter – a wonderful time, a blanket white the earth of a covered!

Freshness clean, clean breath is time.

Winter – Winter! Snow, and children,

Snowflakes in air dance, joy fun.

The clean ring, white churchless is ringing.

The people crowd in it stand, Christmas Eve of Christmas.

Gospel the priest honoring, Christmas holiday tomorrow.

Our main holiday, silence.

Time! The birth is time, in the sky a guiding star, Magicians blow the birth it, the savior, my father.

Night snowy, the snow is also clean, it is time for Love, soul is clean.

My love, snow-winter,

Wonderful time! Winter! Winter.

About the woman

Fine flowers of love are beautiful, and you are beautiful!

In love of pleasure, Fine flowers, women of beauty, In dos You purity healing.

Paris-Paris

Pari Paris! – Pari Paris!

Beautiful city of love.

Pari Paris! – Pari Paris!

Beautiful city of beauty.

Beauty of Paris are various,

Beauty of Paris are fine.

Poets, artists and musicians, Fine verses and music of love!

Fine sincere love, Fine pure beauty!

Love beautiful, love fine!

Here musicians and singers, Poets, artists of love, In Paris are free they, Fine silence of love!

Poets of Paris, artists of imaginations, Love of imaginations, in the sky blue, In calm of flight of skies, my soul love.

There Quasimodo Ford lives there,

There Esmeralda and Hugo.

There Verdi of the opera, Othello and Aida lives there, love of beauty, the Traviata of her love, There music of a fine muse There.

Artists, poets rebels, artists beau monde, there their scope.

There Leonardo and Salvador Dalí,

There Monoliza waits for the solution, There Eyfelevaya the tower looks in heaven, at rest of heaven of calm.

The offer of love of the fine union, Is time for the love fastened with heaven, Rest and silences, it is time for love.

Parisian palaces, their kings, Governors of the country, great they!

The power power tempted, Love to the people merciful.

Governors of Paris, here all of them here, In fine Louvre, fine beauty of eras.

Here all pictures of Kings, here all their portraits, Madonna here, here all da Vinci, beauty of mysteries of Paris.

The secret of Templars is closed here – Dan Brown the book, Rest and silence, here their shelter, calm rest of pleasure here!

Love of Gascon D'Artagnan, love and honor of ladies,

There Monte Cristo with it Mercedes, Fernán, and the friend Kadrus.

There in Château d'If the Abbot, Fariya, the friend his Dantes sits, There the royal prosecutor Gerard – it there the son sits, he is Eduar.