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Memories from the discussion-thread “Fans own poems and lyrics” Part 2

Calliope – Muse of epic poetry

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INTRO

In ancient Greece, The  MOUSAI (Muses) were the goddesses of music, song and dance, and the source of inspiration to poets. They were also goddesses of knowledge, who remembered all things that had come to pass. Later the Mousai were assigned specific artistic spheres: Continue reading Memories from the discussion-thread “Fans own poems and lyrics” Part 2

Memories from the discussion-thread “Fans own poems and lyrics” Part 1

 

Edward John Poynter – Erato, Muse of Poetry, 1870.

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INTRO

In ancient Greece, The  MOUSAI (Muses) were the goddesses of music, song and dance, and the source of inspiration to poets. They were also goddesses of knowledge, who remembered all things that had come to pass. Later the Mousai were assigned specific artistic spheres: Continue reading Memories from the discussion-thread “Fans own poems and lyrics” Part 1

“Your relentless beauty” by Kate Lunar

Твоя безжалостная красота

Маленький уголек упал в горячий горький шоколад,
Так получился цвет твоих прекрасных глаз,
И власть их для меня день ото дня сильнее.
Так получилось: я невольно в них влюбилась.

В тот миг, когда впервые я увидела тебя,
Мне показалось, можно верить в чудеса.
Но, к сожаленью, это был обман.
Теперь один сплошной туман
Мне застилает путь к надежде.

Со мною больше рядом нет тебя,
Как не было, наверное, и никогда
В мечтах, во снах, в мгновеньях счастья.
Я опоздала с букетом белых роз
Со вкусом одинокой грусти.

Твоя безжалостная красота
Для сердца жаркое томленье,
Так говорят…так говорили,
Возможно, трачу на тебя впустую свою жизнь?..
Но ты единственный, кто удивляет,
И заставляет жить…

My lyrics for “Song From A Secret Garden”

Violin

Light-hearted violin walked in the woodland,
In the woodland it played with the wind for desire,
Stupid violets fell in love with the violin,
Made friends laughing
And even the Heaven was smiling,
When it was fighting with the wind into art.

Once I met this violin,
Then I walked with my sorrow in the park,
A violin bow was broken in my heart
When I realized what I have done
How betrayed love of life
I ran away from home,
Believed words of unknown flowers.
A violin bow was broken in my heart,
When we happened to meet again.

Light-hearted violin walked in the woodland,
In the woodland it played with the wind for desire,
Stupid violets fell in love with the violin,
Made friends laughing
And even the Heaven was smiling,
When it was fighting with the wind into art.

A violin bow was broken in my heart,
When we happened to meet again.
Everyone was laughing at me,
Those false violets repeated to go away, away, away.
When I ran away,
Did not know that my day would be my night,
And pain has filled my time.

Sad violin was walking in the woods,
Sad violin was walking in the woods,
It thought over my words,
It thought over my words.

Forgive my light-heartedness violin,
Let me be with you again,
Heaven please smiles me again,
Take back my pain and run away the night.
Violin I broke your heart,
Violin I broke a bow.
Fulfill my wish, Violin.
Let’s forget about the pain and start a new love.

Sad violin was walking in the woods,
Sad violin was walking in the woods,
It thought over my words,
It thought over my words.

Sad violin was walking in the woods,
It thought over my words,
It thought over my words,
Let’s forget about the pain and start a new love,
Let’s forget about the pain and start a new love.

“The dream”

Наталья Белова

Ах вот он…

Моя мечта сбылась,

увидела его я в первый раз

и замерла от счастья,

в душе как будто чудо…

ведь я ждала его так долго

терпела, мучилась, ждала непринуждённо,

вокруг меня толпа его фанаток,

они такие же как я,с улыбкой смотрят на него,

а он в ответ поёт нам Fairytale!

Вот он поёт припев:

I’m in love with a fairytale,

с загадкою гляжу я на него

и чувствую,что нет прекраснее его.