The heart of hers
Goes up a beat.
Her eyes are closed
She dreams a bit.
In dreams of hers
A life she lives,
All fights and quarrels
Behind she leaves!
And there she’s free
To love and care,
And signs of spring
Are here and there.
So fine and fit
It all would seem,
She dreams a bit-
It’s all a dream!

I always wanted something more,
A little something, something special!
My feelings couldn’t be ignored,
They deeper lye, they weren’t facial!
I hope time comes, she understands,
How long for her I am and craving!
Appart from her I couldn’t stand,
No matter snowing it or raining!

The planes are flying in and out,
I am alone amidst the hall,
Awaiting flight to Atirau,
Where you and I will have a ball!
No matter far so much, or near,
At times the places strange would seem,
But meeting friends is always dear,
And planes are flying out and in!

Самолеты все время куда то летают,
Я один в этой зале огромной сижу,
В ожидании вылета в порт Атырау,
Где с тобою меня приключения ждут!
В этой спешке извечной несемся по кругу,
Удивляясь порою в какие края,
Нас заносит стремление увидить друг друга,
Самолеты все время куда то летят!

She has the style, the class and all.
When There’s time she likes to ball.
Her picture better fits the frame.
There’s quite a few who want to claim
Her friendship, mind, her heart and soul.
Will never fly who’s born to crawl!
He’s never won a single race,
His life’s merely waist of space,
His nickel never saved a dime,
He’s never been ahead of time!
All these aside, but there’s still,
Desire, strive and stunning will-
To be around, hold her hand.
And that’s the goal for which he’ll stand!
And work so hard to make it real,
There’s not a knott that won’t unreel!
He doesn’t need to stay astray,
When there’s will there is way!

My mind can never fix a frame.
How can a river be restrained?
My thinking’s never in a box –
Tradition versus paradox!
My mind can never be in line.
How can a wind be circumscribed?
Sometimes composed,
Sometimes ajar,
Sometimes so near,
Sometimes so far…

My sleepless nights are over here
Again. And you’re not near.
Confused lost like long haul laggage,
Without you my life is garbage!
I kindly ask your hand in marriage,
And tout you for a kid or five,
I beg you: “Be my lawful wife.”
If I was talking to a wall,
My ways would have it break & fall!
If only stones could listen,
They’d sore in cracks and blisters!