Poems Tamil-Bahira Parliament
East ... Beauty - lovely as the moon.
You paused, looking at her ... she - alone.
Chiseled figure it captivated you,
And his eyes tear - is your strength.
And Rosa scarlet you compress in hand,
And drown in my thoughts as if in a river ...
Movements smooth, shine her clothes ...
You are full of feelings, doubts and hopes.
And drops of red all fall into the glass ...
Rose thorn stuck. Ah, you're done!
... And outside - only the nightingale sings,
And the wind whispering: "Dear ... - not yours ..."
East ... Beauty - lovely as the moon.
You paused, looking at her ... she - alone.
Chiseled figure it captivated you,
And his eyes tear - is your strength.
And Rosa scarlet you compress in hand,
And drown in my thoughts as if in a river ...
Movements smooth, shine her clothes ...
You are full of feelings, doubts and hopes.
And drops of red all fall into the glass ...
Rose thorn stuck. Ah, you're done!
... And outside - only the nightingale sings,
And the wind whispering: "Dear ... - not yours ..."
Ah, the women of the East - you wonderful creation,
So a lot of passion in you and witchcraft,
You know how to cause suffering,
Does not solve all the charm of magic.
Ah, the women of the East - your eyes honey,
And lips so beckon, beckon,
You impudent, obnoxious, you are daring,
And we are attracted entails your hot look!
Ah, the women of the East, you fiends of hell,
Or in paradise is calling on the dance fatal
Tell me, well, what else do you want?
Mistress of you over all live ...
Ah, the women of the East - Tell me a word,
How hard is it to live without your beauty,
You - the angels, you - the devil. Enchants you again,
And tease Chimera dreams!
In the east, where the moon serene
Sleeping on a velvet blue skies,
Face Women are beautiful and gentle,
Their mysterious black eyes shine.
In the slim waist, covered with silk,
Unearthly grace queens,
And silver pendants voiced
MAGIC so wonderful tune.
In their hearts, not squandered weasel
Beats the sea of love and warmth,
And so the soul like a fairy tale,
And as a tale of good and bright ...
East tickles the heart of the song -
Motive thin string
As dreams taut bowstring,
And there is nothing more interesting.
caresses charm
Holy magic prayers.
Dreams mysterious relationship
I will not let go.
What the rich color of the sky,
He sharpens eyes with gold,
Sad heart tugging.
What a pity that I have not been there yet.
But do not call to the British, the Germans
Anyone who has seen the East is not.
His whole life I expected
And now with all our heart felt.
Houses built in the Danie years still stand as new! Ancient masters were unaware that such a dry concrete mix, though the old masters knew their secrets, through which ancient buildings have survived to the present day!
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