Орфеи Запада

Дмитрий Клестов, 11-в класс

Truthless knife

I loose my friend,

I loose my girl,

And I don`t undestand

My aimless soul

My lonely world,

Now numb and faint

Now frozen and cold

From mind to end.

But I believe in life

And everyday it’s only lie.

But give me truthless, knife

From kill to die!

9.02.06

Mindquake

Vol.1 (I think…)

I always think about life,

About what can be tomorrow

And what I say about light

And what I think about my row.

My mindquake in the scorn

To anythings, to aimless

And say me were is this corn?

To this my mindquake hopeless. ВП

Vol.2 (Can a climb)

Life-is The endless dark

Where we can fly on time

To anytime I walk to park

And think about, short e-time.

Light – is the mindquake dark

Can make me strong and numb

And always I can see The mark

In mindquake, can a climb.

Vol.3 (I feel…)

Soul on fire, do you feel?

Nobody understand me?

But listen: I can feel;

And can you understand me!

In life you feel a mindquake,

In soul you make a lie

Nobody feel this mindquake

And who about this can cry?

To be continued…

Ярослав Тарасов, 11-а класс

I wake up somewhere / and understand

That I am lonely / and one on the Land.

And I don’t know / where I go

And I am going slow.

But in the distance / the fire burn

I see the some tribe, / but I don’t turn.

And I run there / like stupid man

To know where I am.

And they told me, / that I am in Bongo land.

It was so beautiful, / but I don’t understand.

And I think that / this a very strange words

But it’s amazing world!

I lived in jungles / and I was very surprised

That Bongo-people / are clever and wise.

And also culture / and language are cool,

Of course, girls are nice too.

And I with pleasure / live in Bongo land

And native language / is my friend.

I know exactly / what I need:

The Bongo-language is for me!

Я просыпаюсь в какой-то стране

И понимаю, что я один на земле.

И я иду, не зная куда,

Ведь я не понял, где я.

Но тут вдали огонек горит,

И там какое-то племя сидит.

И я бегу, как ненормальный туда,

Чтобы узнать, где я.

И мне сказали, что я в Бонго стране,

Но из слов я понял только «бе» и «ме».

И подумал: «Какой-то странный язык».

Пожил я год там, и понял тогда,

Какая это крутая страна.

А также традиции, культура, язык.

А также красивые девушки...

И вот теперь я в Бонго живу

И с коренными очень дружу,

И вот я понял - Английский трудней,

А с Бонго мне веселей.

Юлия Жаворонкова, 10-г класс

It is night. There are many stars in the sky

She’s sitting by the window and isn’t able to cry.

He doesn’t come back and change anything

Her life is aimless and as locked as a ring.

They can’t be together. Because He’s a lord,

His parents are famous, they have money a lot.

But She is a servant, She is poor and unknown.

They can’t be together, and on hearts there’s a stone.

He can’t live without Her. His parents are violent.

He must marry another and leave native Ireland.

He doesn’t love his bride, heartless, rich, too bright

Servant maid is loved by Him. Her eyes are full of light.

Their light of sincerity, kindness, thoughtfulness,

But our life’s often unfair and ruthless

For some people it’s important to be very rich and well-known

Some of them become ruthful. Human tree hasn’t been grow.