You are a woman, you are a book between books
You are a rolled up, sealed scroll;
In its lines and doom and words excess,
In his sheets is mad every moment.
You are a woman, you are a witch drink!
He burns with fire, barely penetrates the mouth;
But the flame drinker suppresses the cry
And glorifies frantically in the midst of torture.
You are a woman, and by this you are right.
From the century it is removed by the starry crown,
You are the image of a deity in our abysses!
We draw iron for you,
We serve you, crushing the mountains,
And we pray – from the century – on you!
Tender than gentle
Whiter than white
From the whole world
You are far away
And all yours –
From the inevitable.
From the inevitable
And quiet sound
And the distance
You are a woman and you are beautiful
You are the Mother, the Goddess, the Queen!
You are dangerous in your beauty
You are a sin, you are a temptress Eve.
You are Cleopatra, Persephone,
Male madness you reason
You are the fragrance and virginity of a bud,
And in sweet dreams You are the Heroine ..
You do not curse your year in vain,
And in fear of the mirror do not stand.
Refined and mature beauty.
This gift of nature is testated to you,
Do not hide it,
Then for sure
They will believe all that the best of women
They are born only after forty.
Women’s eyes are different
Proud, calling and domineering.
Brown, green and blue,
Gentle, bottomless and strong.
Women’s eyes are gentle,
Us charuya unearthly colors.
Gray and, like the nights, black.
Kind, stubborn, submissive.