Michael Jackson - To Love... (Verses of Eduard Asadov)

Eduard Asadov - Island romance. From the Arctic to the Antarctic People the world over. And only the island Romantics Not on a maps And indeed it exists, There's a moon, and the mountains, But not a single sceptic And no arguer. There's no whisper of the inhabitants, Neither boredom nor anguish. Live there alone dreamers Lovers and eccentrics. There's a blue cliffs There all winds voices white albatrosses And red sails. There's a bay of Don Quixote, And Cape Robinson there's too. Guitar on the island at a premium, And the first word is "a honor"! Everywhere there has hiking trails, And every fire Eat turtles with dill, and washed down with strong rum from Jamaica There are often awarded for the song Cup silver in colour, And the fact. Insulted a woman who Burned at the stake. Guitar play there at night, By Constellation rocket rush There a lovers say only verses From the Arctic to the Antarctic People all over the world have been, And only the island Romantics Not on a maps But it is not necessary to be sad about maps The thing is, What island near one forever - He lives in your heart! * * * * * * * Eduard Asadov - Word about love. Love this means first of all to give. Loving it means their feelings, like a river, With spring generosity spill To the delight of a loved one. Love it just means opening your eyes think about what would please, bestow The one whom you love with all my heart! It means love passionately to keep fighting For loyalty and word, and every look, To have the heart to the end: And in sorrow and in joy forever near. And a love waiting? Of course awaits! She waits and tenderness, and warmth, but only Accounting calculation does not lead: how much she gave, and how many took. Love is not a piggy bank in the mist behind the cupboard The song is not peculiar to close. Loving it means to respond with joy All good on earth! Loving it means to see any object , Feeling close soulmate: Here's a book! He read it or not? There's a pear! He ate it? Trinket? Why? Why is there nothing? Sometimes, after all, a drop of life saved. Love is there happiness cherry banner, A trifling happiness does not happen! Love - not continuous fireworks passions. Love - it's true in life hands She is not afraid of no black days No delusions and no separation. Love - means to protect truth, Even rebelling against the whole universe. Love - is able to forgive in the mountain All except meanness and treachery. Love - so many times Proudly endure all hardships, But never, even in the hour of death, Do not accept humiliation! Love - not mindless fun bow And no accusations that hit in the ribs. Love - is to have talent, Perhaps the biggest and kind . And to hell with pathetic arguments All feelings are gone, as water in the sand. There are times when only a fad. Love is like the sun, live forever! And I do not care cynical laughter The one who does not measure the stellar heights . After all, these are my poems only for those Who's heart is able to love and trust! "Tolga Sünter-Song from a Secret Garden", Record sound guided: Believe Muyap UMG