Одиночество в сети

Я не нахожу покоя

Беспечно выглядят глаза

Но я совсем не стоик

И не люблю терпеть

Пустые и нечестные слова.

Когда я думаю о мире

Который создал себе сам

Мне кажется, что слились

Ненужные попытки

Увидеть радость тут и там.

Зачем мне эти карусели

С полетами к другим мирам

Я не хочу быть в них от боли

Которую я причиняю себе сам.

Уж слишком разным я бываю

Чтобы найти опору в том

Что мне приносит химия в мозгу

И тут никто мне не поможет

Что-либо изменить в моем быту.


I may return

Today I spend my time while seeing
That every action may have sense 
I know that I am simply bleeding
With my own loneliness

I am in search of new emotions
I am in need of helping hand
I may stop doing my creations
Of making my own verse

I see the light of sun this evening
I see the fortune making mess
I love to think that I am equal 
To those who aren’t in any sense

I like to be above my problems 
I like to see more hapiness
But who am I to make conclusions
About myself these times or at this place

I may return to writing poems 
I may become less stressed
But now this making makes me stumbled
Without some notion and progress

Chan Chan

#BuenaVistaSocialClub #ChanChan #Cuba

I listen to this song,

I feel the rhythm.

I fell the soul…

I see them singing.

I see the pain,

I see the love.

I see the poor,

No money…

But the song,

Is not about money,

It is about love…

Embodied in their choir.

I comprehend the style.

I do adore their smiles.

This music is eternal.

So is their voice.

Nobody can win the culture.

Whatever is the cause,

Pure talent keeps us strong.

And music has no language…

Music has no gender.

Music is made for defending,

From all our broken hearts.



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Мы, как друзья.

Милы, любимы, и, бескрайне.

Мы… Счастливы.  

На нашем Свете. 

Когда душа, и, тело… 

Ждут победы, 

То сердце…  

Злобою кипит. 

Не слеп никто из нас. 

Мы родились, однажды… 

Вместе. На одной Планете. 

И, нам, так сложно… 

С достоинством.

Eе прожить. 

Чтобы, смиренно…


Ее отдать. 

Она взлетит. 

Как, Ангелы… 

И, голуби простятся.

Мы в ответе.

За детей. 

И, тех.

Кто нас.

Сей, Жизни, научил.




We are becoming evil for no reason…

We are in deep and damp ashtray

We see no peace

We make a claim

We do no harm

But we do mess

When take a part

Or say no more

Don’t try to tell

Don’t try to shout

Do not become an enemy

To any life

We all will die

We do not care

About our faith

We do our best

To bring them up

But they are out

To stay on their feet

As they need to go out

And have some drink

To smoke some fag

To try a drug

We life forever

That I know for sure

Don’t kill a child

Don’t make a mother cry

Or else you will get punished

And forever stay in hell and die

Keep your body and soul fine

Don’t try to be the best

But try

To be with God

And we will surely forever stay alive.




Il Libro del amore…

Il libro dell’amor mi annoia
E pesa come l’anima
È pieno di carezze al cuore
E modi per danzare
Mi piace quando lo leggi tu
E tu di più
Tu puoi leggermi il cielo al blu
Il libro dell’amore suona
Nasce così la musica
A volte un po’ banale, stona
A volte solo stupida
Mi piace quando la canti tu
E tu di più
Tu puoi cantarmi il cielo al blu
Il libro dell’amor mi annoia
È stato scritto tanto tempo fa
Pieno di fiori nella notte buia
Che non sappiamo cogliere
Mi piace quando li cogli tu
E tu di più
Dovresti darmi fede in più
E ma
Mi piace quello che sei tu
E tu di più
Dovresti darmi fede in più
Fedi nuziali e fede in più

I listen to this song,
I sing together with my soul.
I sing to heal, I sing to hear...
I sing to understand.

Why am I here and how...
How should I see my being?
How should tell my story.
Why am I writing verse?

What makes a person?
Man or woman?
Baby or a granny?
Why my eyes are old now?

Why are they so young?
When it's time to go to heaven?
Who is better? Who is right?
The answer for me...

I am stupid. 
Never say...
You know everything...
Greek philosophy.
Socrates, Plato.

They were right. 
And sometimes...
We may be as well.
But, we live in a different age.

Hone your skills.
Never ask for help,
If it isn't needed.
Don't be greedy.

I have sinned a lot. 
Every of us had.
Don't forget to pray.
Thanks a lot.


Ņikita Bogačovs.
Никита Богачёв.


Physical exercise.

Today I would like to be alone. 

I don’t want nobody near me. 

I do prefer a candle. 

And a sheel of paper. 

I do like poeople. 

I do like smalltalk. 

But, today,  

I have a candle… 

It is better, 

I feel safe,  

I feel silent, 

Non depressed. 

When your body, 

Is in best of shapes, 

You begin to study… 

How to train yourleft. 

Mediators working, 

Mind is clear. 

Soul is fit like hell. 

Good night, sleep well.


A little bag with mushrooms.

You will never walk alone… (LFC Anthem).

I see the pavement close to me,

I choose to stay inside of my body.

I hear a song, that makes me smile…

I know the things, that make men cry.

Today I won’t discuss our fears,

I am in here to make us feel…

Forever thankful for our lives…

For it is given only once.

You live with dads,

You live with moms.

You live with sisters and your grans.

We live inside there on our own…

We live together,

To be strong.

I live with great big family.

I have no kids, but we are free…

To love each one, who is with us…

Be it a child, or just a stranded man.

Love everybody, make a try…

You will end up in hospital.

But love those close to you,

And bring them joy and hope,

And happiness.

Forever yours.

Ņikita, Nikki, Bogačovs.