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.
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
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.
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…
Господу…
Ее отдать.
Она взлетит.
Как, Ангелы…
И, голуби простятся.
Мы в ответе.
За детей.
И, тех.
Кто нас.
Сей, Жизни, научил.
Никита.
08.07.2022.
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.
Nikita.
06/97/2022
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Il libro dell’amor mi annoia
E pesa come l’anima
È pieno di carezze al cuore
E modi per danzare
Ma
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
Ma
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
Ma
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. Yours, Ņikita Bogačovs. Nikki, Никита Богачёв. 29.06.2022.
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.
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.
21/06/22/
poetry for self-relief 