Woman smells poison
Risk of dangerous meetings.
Woman smells reward
If you take care of it.
Smell like vanilla hands
Salty tear sometimes
If the river separation
Years and cities.
Woman smells plume
Gossip, intrigue, spirits,
The song of the magic flute
From the labyrinth of dreams.
Spicy bouquet of wine.
The woman smells like a man
If she is in love.
Once God asked a man
Create him an object of his love.
God responded by finding out the reasons.
And he created a woman of flesh and blood.
A little light of the moon added
And shined with sunshine.
In temper he added the meekness of a pigeon,
And the harmony of the chamois in the camp embodied.
The creator so carried away over the creation,
What gave that woman a tear.
He put a lightning bolt into her
And the ease of fluff, he mixed with a thunderstorm.
Her name is – Woman!
Whatever it is –
Beauty young, little crumb,
Or when the spit is gray
Coated with white powder:
It is spring, and autumn, and winter,
Why are there years and nature time,
And life, which is only one!
No time to take stock, dear!
After all, the heart in March comes to life again
And waiting for blooming and tender May
And congratulations with joy
And takes a shiver.
Her name is Woman!
She is always proud, beautiful and tender
And kindness to the brim is full –
Beloved girlfriend, companion, wife!
O woman, you are a rose and a dagger.
What is your essence, you know very well.
And there is no one in the world who knows
When you love, and when you punish.
In perpetual combat two beginnings
Games prudent with naive art
There is a cold integral in your mind,
that music is a mysterious feeling.
Can you connect in yourself
Submissive slave with frantic pride
In one person at the same time be
Queen and uncomplaining slave.
I honor you both sinful and holy,
In the feast of hetero and in the darkness of puritanism.
Throughout the ages you remain that
The mystery of life, death and space.