Не ми се ляга още.
А ми се спи безумно.
Но ми харесва нощем
да съм сама и будна.
Да е безкрайно тихо
и само със звездите
да пишем кратки стихове
за сънища и птици.
Не искам да заспивам.
Навън е нощен май.
Поднясям си красива
вечерна чаша чай.
И слушам стари песни
на малкия балкон.
И всичко е чудесно.
И всичко е любов.
A tea party after midnight
ОтговорИзтриванеI don’t feel (at all) like going to bed
Although I confess I am so sleepy
I like the night and you can bet
I like my company, awake as I’m sitting
I like it to be so endlessly silent
Only the stars will help me to write
Short lines that contain none of the violence
But full of dreams and the birds’ flight
Now I do not want to fall asleep
The May night is out, falling on me
So I can treat myself just a bit
I’ve just prepared a cup of hot tea
I listen to old songs outside the balcony
And all is just love, a perfect reality …
A tea party after midnight
ОтговорИзтриванеI don’t feel (at all) like going to bed
Although I confess I am so sleepy
I like the night and you can bet
I like my company, awake as I’m sitting
I like it to be so endlessly silent
Only the stars will help me to write
Short lines that contain none of the violence
But full of dreams and the birds’ flight
Now I do not want to fall asleep
The May night is out, falling on me
So I can treat myself just a bit
I’ve just prepared a cup of hot tea
I listen to old songs outside the balcony
And all is just love, a perfect reality …