Sonya Antonyan

Ne kazhdomu dano vladet siyanem fraz,
Shlifuyte misl slovami kak almaz.
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Lyubov - almaz v sto mirovix karat,
V nyom schastya mig zastil naveki vechno,
Glaza vlyublyonnix tochno tak goryat
Volshebnim bleskom sveta, bezkonechno...
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Smotryu na mir ne iz shirokix vrat,
Iz kroshechnogo u dveri okonca
I oshchushchayu silu vo sto krat
Prevosxodyashchuyu po sile, silu solnca.
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Moy mir osobenniy i v nyom bushuyut strasti,
Ya v nyom zhivu s toskoyu o proshedshem,
I po sekretu Vam skazhu, ot chasti
Poet nemnozhechko bit dolzhen sumasshedshim.
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Zhivya vo lzhi mi porozhdaem vechnost
Xolodnoy tmi i besprosvetnix dney,
Mi predayom ey s vidu bezuprechnost
V utrobe umershix uzhe idey.
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Chtob ponyat zhizni svetluyu sut
Na koleni sklonyus mnogokratno.
Sotni raz ya prodelayu put
Ot zemli do nebes i obratno.
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Zemlya cvetushchaya koketnichaet vzorom
Dovolstvuyas zhelannoy peremennoy.
I raduyas tomu, chto ochen skoro
Lyubimogo uvidit vo vselennoy.
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Nochi etoy cvetenie zvyozd,
Navevayut tosku o proshedshem...
Mesyac xoloden, on slovno lyod,
Gonit proch etu strannuyu noch
Odinochestva, snom sumasshedshim.
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Ya budu mstit svoim vragam
Lyubovyu svetloy bez granic,
I sobiraya mir s chastic
V dushe postroyu schastya xram.
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Moya dusha xolodnix zim ne znaet,
V ney vechnaya vesna, lyubov tam procvetaet
I mir osobix krasok i trevog.
Na perekryostke proydenix dorog
Ona bessmertiem moy razum porazhaet...
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Chuzhie misli nas privodyat v trepet,
A vremya slovno s plastelina lepit
Kontrolniy obraz ubezhavshix let,
Net, nezakonchen zhiznenniy portret,
Ved eyforiyu chuvstv skovali cepi
I serdce zamerlo na neskolko minut.
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Lyubov kak almaz mnogogranna...
V nyom luch strastyu pilkoy igraet,
Lyubov bezotvetnaya - rana
Svet gasnet ona umiraet.
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Vesyolost tozhe iskazhaet bit,
Kogda muzhchina laskami po gorlo sit,
Grust v meru pil na serdce oxlazhdaet,
Lyubvi porok ves taynami pokrit...
Ved slabiy pol inache rassuzhdaet
I k serdcu zhenshchini bivaet put zakrit.
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