Dance, heart you dance

                                 

Dance heart, you dance

Under the rain you dance,

Dance heart,you dance

Inside of  my hands, you dance,

Touch to my heart,you dance,

Under my clothe you dance,

Dance heart You dance,

Under the rain You dance!

Drop is a figure,of mine,

When I do yours,

Dance is a step of a rhythm,

When I wih yours,

Dance heart You dance,

Under mine rain You dance.

My flute is less

Under the falls of water,

Don't leave me alone,

When there's no clothing on me,

For my body to cover,

Dance heart You dance,

Under the rain You dance!

Dance,dance,heart You dance

When i'm touching to the ground,

And I fell the grass of it's,

I feel my footsteps on it,

And your heartbeat through it,

Come soul,and feel it you

Dance heart,You dance it.

My flute is letting

When i just want it,

My flute is a body

When I dance under it,

Don't leave me alone,when there's no clothing 

On me,and on you,for  body to get covered,

Dance heart,you dance,

Under the clothes you dance,

When i wish yours,just dance,

Dance,dance heart,you dance,

My flute is less,but dance,

Under my clothe you dance,

Dance,dance my soul you dance,

When I feel it just dance,

Dance heart,You dance.

Di Maria

04.07.25

Սիրահարների սիրահարն եմ ես

Սիրահարների սիրահարն եմ ես,
Սիրահարների բանաստեղծն եմ ես
Սիրահարների սրտին տիրողն եմ ես
Սիրահարների հոտին տիրողն եմ ես
Սիրահարների սիրահարն եմ ես։

Իմ այդ շողքի հետ պարողն եմ ես,

Իմ քո սիրո երգը փառաբանողն եմ ես,
Մեր միությունը սրբացնողն եմ ես,
Դրա վրա աղոթողն եմ ես,
Ու այդ հոտից աշուղ դարձողն եմ ես,
Սիրահարների սիրահարն եմ ես,
Մեր միությունը սրբացնողն եմ ես։

Երբեմն մտածում եմ ինչպես նրան կոչեմ,

Երբեմն մտածում եմ ինչպես նրան կոչեմ,
Երբեմն ուզում եմ սրտիս բանալին նրան ես կտակեմ,
Երբեք ինք այդպես ես դեռ չեմ կոչել,
Երբեմն մտածում եմ ինչպես ինձ կոչեմ,
Բանաստեղծն եմ դառնում ես նրա ,
Բայց երբ լսում եմ ձայնը ես նրա,
Սիրահարների սիրահարն եմ դառնում ես նրա,
Երբեմն մտածում եմ ինչպես ինձ կոչեմ։

Բանաստեղծն եմ դառնում ես նրա ,

Երբ լսում եմ ձայնը ես նրա,
Սիրահարների սիրահարն եմ դառնում ես նրա,
Երբեմն մտածում եմ ինչպես ինձ կոչեմ։
Երբեմն մտածում եմ ինչպես ինձ կոչեմ։

Սիրահարների սիրահարն եմ ես,

Սիրահարների բանաստեղծն եմ ես
Սիրահարների սրտին տիրողն եմ ես
Սիրահարների հոտին տիրողն եմ ես

Սիրահարների սիրահարն եմ ես։

Մարդիկ մտածում եմ տարօրինակն եմ ես,

Այս գանձարանի մեջ այլ փայլ չգտա ես,
Այս գողերի գողը դարձա ես,
Ես կիրքս մարդկանց ոնց մեկնեմ,
Ես իրենց դեմ ինձ ոնց կոչեմ,
Գողերի գող դարձա,որ ինձ գտնեմ,
Եկավ ես տարավ սիրտս գանձարանից,
Այս սրտիս բանալին նրանից ես ոնց ետ բերեմ,
Մարդիկ ասում են տարօրինակն եմ ես,
Մարդիկ ասում են տարօրինակն եմ ես,
Ես իրենց ոնց մեկնեմ,
 Գողերի գող դարձա,որ ինձ գտնեմ,


Բանաստեղծն եմ ես դառնում նրա,

Երբ մտածում եմ ինձ ես ոնց կոչեմ,
Սիրահարների սիրահարն եմ դառնում ես նրա,
Երբ մտածում եմ ինձ ես ոնց կոչեմ,
Մեր միությունը սրբացնողն,ու այն աղոթքի վերածողն եմ ես,
Սիրահարների սիրահարն եմ ես։

Anger of mine

 

Along the way I collide,

Either with or without

But I collide with something

I touch it with my foot, but it doesn't hurt,

And when I touch it it just burns

And when I touch it it just burns,

And it's not the soul

And it's not the body,

And the soul is not in it

Why is it burning so much

Why is it hurting so hard.

There is no fear in the world

No thoughts in the world

When there is an emptiness nearby,

And this damn anger devastates so much

That you don't know how to change it

When there is no life in anger

And there are no worlds in life

And no fear in them to change it.

It's better to let go

There is no music in anger

It's better not to feel

And there is no joy in this

It's better not to want

But there is time and love

It's better to love with anger

And combine it with life

One road and one life

And we collide with time, with everyone

But there is a solution, you can't cope with the evil alone

But you can cope with it and with love

On the way, in essence, 

You remain only with.

And I got burned in the fire

 my fantasy

your reality

my passion and your fire

my sadness and yours

burned in the fire like a single noose

and we and our hearts in the filthy fire burned to the end

but to return both passion and soul

from my fantasy and yours

disappears in the morning

appears during the day

in the evenings again becomes fire

and I burned in the fire

I have your fantasy

I have your character

I can barely hold back

suffocate inside

and drops of your fire

I looked at them

and they became mine

and I began to burn from the inside

I became a spark for you

you are the desire of my eyes

I am the desire of your scenes

they give me passion closer to the th

over which we talked in secret from everyone

and I have burned since then still

and it burns from afar

but everything is closer

this is not mine

this is not it

but drops of your lights

became mine

Selfish

Doing,doing,doing everyime,

when I'm doing domething mine,

I like to be different,to be me,

And it's fucking suiting me,

It's a talent to be me,

Like that I'm feeling me.

It's not a bad thing,

to be different to have yours,

Bad is only the fact ,that

you don't know how to say,that

That You want it just like that,

Everyone are coming to grab

What is different,what is cute,

Everyone are coming just to study that,

What is that,that is not suiting  you like that,

If you don't want to let that,,

Being selfish is a must fact.

Living,living,living all,

Which is giving freedom me,

When i'm acting,when im singing,

Im feeling fucking free.

Every moment every hour,

Im feeling selfishly free,

Stop it,if you want it,

Live it if you can,if no,

Just be shadow under my can.

Selfish  new and modern me,

Im coming for you and me,

To change it all what is yours,

To bring it all what is mine,

Im selfish i know it all,

Which is not yours,I'll show it all,

It's inside of you  and all.

It is not a bad thing at all.

Now its me,now im new,

Whom do you see now,

Who can be you,

Im coming to bring all now,

When it's out even of you ,and me,

What is giving so freedom me,

It is not a bad thing at all,

To be different,to have yours.

28.03.25

Di Maria

The Bush of the desert

In the desert,when there is a wind as a tree,

In the desert,when there is a house for a flourishness,

There is a power,and a life without a water,

There is a greenery,without a power and a trees.

The music is a desert,

The flower is a flute,

Which is driving a flower to it's origin,

Which is burning a flower for it's bush,

And a blossom is an adornment for the desert,

And a leaves are a wood for it,on it to stand,

And the bush is it's origin,for it,on it to grow.

The desert is a path,

The desert is a crown,

For a flowers who are looking for the truth,

For the foots,in order to pass to road,

The desert is a bush,sometimes for the life as well,

The bush is the desert,sometimes for the time as well,

The bouquet of a flowers,

The fields of a wild ones,

And a greenery of them,are the adornments for the desert,

When the music is driving you to your path,

When there is a path,which is unseen because of the smokes,

When you cross them,and when You're flourishing with them,

You are turning into a flourished path,

And it's turning into flourished bush for a life,

And it's getting to be an adornment for the desert in our lifes.

Di Maria

07/11/25

Not what it seems

Friendship or relationships in friendship,

Both of them are not what it seems.

Friendship or relationships in friendship,

Both of them are not what it seems.

But when we have a different view on it,

It is turning into the life to be.

But again it's not what it seems.

Worthfullness and values,

It does worth it to be,

It does worth it to see,

It does worth it to accepts,,

But does worth it to does.

Separate from each others,

Values and worth,

Worth is a values,

But for relationships its not what it seems,

But for relationships its not a life,

Friendship or relationships in friendship,

Both of them are not what it seems.

Mixed up are my minds,

And thoughts as well,

Mixed up,im inside,

I was clear to me,

But now i'm different to me it seems,

When time will be able,to be clean to me,

Like my heart was to others,

When i'll stop to be different,

It will not be what is seemed before.

Friendship or relationships in friendship,

Both of them are not what it seems.

Why heart is mine and yours,

Why the values are not chours,like in songs,

Why they are not heard to others,like they are to my heart,

Friendship or relationships in friendship,

Both of them are not what it seems.

Friendship or relationships in friendship,

Both of them are not what it seems.

But be a friend to you,and life will be gracefull to you,

But be joyful,and life will be beautiful to you,

with mixed up thoughts,inside and outside

Friendship or relationships in friendship,

Both of them are not what it seems.

Friendship or relationships in friendship,

Both of them are not what it seems.

07.11.25

Di Maria