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Кожна жінка звичайно б хотіла,
Щоби їй присвятили вірші,
Щоб не тільки ми прагнули тіла,
А торкалися також душі.
І на зустріч ми жінці ідемо,
Не помітиш, як ти вже й поет.
І для кожної є в нас поема,
І для кожної є в нас сонет.
І як хочеш від жінки кохання,
Римуй і шукай порівняння.
Я люблю тебе як
Синє небо літак,
Або, як синє море, моряк.
Чи, як вітер вітряк,
Чи, як гроші бідняк,
Чи, як ти перламутровий лак.
Бо ти в мене така,
Як пір'їнка легка
І пахуча, як гроно бузка.
Як травинка тонка,
Як тростинка гнучка,
І така ти у мене й сяка.
Бо кохати бажаємо всі ми,
Бо їй Богу, Їх варто кохать,
І щоранку шукаємо рими,
Щоби вночі їх з чимсь порівнять.
І у розпачі морщимо лоба,
Бо не в кожного Пушкіна хист.
Та для жінки важливіша спроба,
А вже потім - чи є у ній зміст.
І нехай вона була невдала,
Головне, щоб їй було не мало.
Я люблю тебе як
Українець гопак,
І як поле зелене буряк.
Як горілку козак,
Чи, як м'ясо хижак,
Чи, як вішалку любить піджак.
Бо ти в мене така,
Як гантелька тяжка,
Ти, як булочка з маслом м'яка.
Ти, як повна ріка,
Як трамплін для стрибка,
І така ти у мене й сяка.
Двадцять років як ми одружились,
Вже й не віриш, що був молодим.
Тільки в спогадах десь залишились
Порівняння і схильність до рим.
Все вирує і крутиться колом,
Та лиш спокою хоче душа.
Замість тіла - рибалка з футболом,
А все решта давно вже - лапша.
Та кохання років не боїться,
Я - твій козлик, а ти - моя киця.
Я люблю тебе як
Молотка любить цвях,
Як вареника любить друшляк.
Як каструльку баняк,
Як роботу лошак
Як трубу автогенний різак.
Бо ти в мене така,
Як центнер молока,
Ти надійна і вогнетривка.
А розумна яка,
Ніби впала з дубка,
І така ти у мене й сяка.
Кожна жінка звичайно б хотіла,
Щоби їй присвятили вірша,
Щоб не тільки ми прагнули тіла,
А кохала і наша душа.
Це питання мені небайдуже,
А тому, поки жінка жива,
Молода, або навіть не дуже,
Подарую їй ніжні слова.
Every woman would certainly like
To her devoted poems
In order not only we strive for the body,
And the souls also touched.
And we go to the woman's meeting,
You will not notice how you are already singing.
And for each one there is a poem in us,
And for each one there is a sonnet in us.
And as you want from a woman of love,
Rim and look for a comparison.
I love you as
Blue sky plane
Or, like a blue sea, a sailor.
Or how wind winds
Is the poor man money
Or how are you nacreous varnish.
Because you are in me such
Like a feather is light
And fragrant, like a bunch of cabbage.
Like grass thin
As a reed is flexible
And you are with me too.
Because we all want love to love
Because to her God, they are worth loving
And every morning we are looking for rhymes
To watch them at night with something to compare.
And in the desperation of a wrinkled forehead,
For not everyone Pushkin is a victim.
But for a woman, an important attempt is
And then - whether there is content in it.
And let her be unsuccessful
The main thing is that she was not enough.
I love you as
Ukrainian Hopak
And as a field of green beet.
Like a cossack vodka
Whether as a predator's meat,
Or how the hanger likes a jacket.
Because you are in me such
As a dumbbell is hard
You like a bun with butter soft.
You are like a full river
Like a springboard for a jump,
And you are with me too.
Twenty years as we got married
You also do not believe that you were young.
Only memories left somewhere
Comparison and predisposition to rhymes.
Everything rages and spins in a circle
But only peace wants the soul.
Instead of a body - fishing with football,
And all the rest has long been - noodles.
That love is not afraid of years
I am your goat, and you are my kits.
I love you as
Hammer loves a nail
Like a dumplant loves a colander.
Like a saucepan
How to work a horse
As a tube autogenous cutter.
Because you are in me such
As a centner of milk,
You are reliable and refractory.
And what is reasonable, which
As though falling from an oak
And you are with me too.
Every woman would certainly like
To give her a poem
In order not only we strive for the body,
And our soul was also loved.
This question is not indifferent to me.
And so, while the woman is alive
Young or not very
I will give her tender words.
To her devoted poems
In order not only we strive for the body,
And the souls also touched.
And we go to the woman's meeting,
You will not notice how you are already singing.
And for each one there is a poem in us,
And for each one there is a sonnet in us.
And as you want from a woman of love,
Rim and look for a comparison.
I love you as
Blue sky plane
Or, like a blue sea, a sailor.
Or how wind winds
Is the poor man money
Or how are you nacreous varnish.
Because you are in me such
Like a feather is light
And fragrant, like a bunch of cabbage.
Like grass thin
As a reed is flexible
And you are with me too.
Because we all want love to love
Because to her God, they are worth loving
And every morning we are looking for rhymes
To watch them at night with something to compare.
And in the desperation of a wrinkled forehead,
For not everyone Pushkin is a victim.
But for a woman, an important attempt is
And then - whether there is content in it.
And let her be unsuccessful
The main thing is that she was not enough.
I love you as
Ukrainian Hopak
And as a field of green beet.
Like a cossack vodka
Whether as a predator's meat,
Or how the hanger likes a jacket.
Because you are in me such
As a dumbbell is hard
You like a bun with butter soft.
You are like a full river
Like a springboard for a jump,
And you are with me too.
Twenty years as we got married
You also do not believe that you were young.
Only memories left somewhere
Comparison and predisposition to rhymes.
Everything rages and spins in a circle
But only peace wants the soul.
Instead of a body - fishing with football,
And all the rest has long been - noodles.
That love is not afraid of years
I am your goat, and you are my kits.
I love you as
Hammer loves a nail
Like a dumplant loves a colander.
Like a saucepan
How to work a horse
As a tube autogenous cutter.
Because you are in me such
As a centner of milk,
You are reliable and refractory.
And what is reasonable, which
As though falling from an oak
And you are with me too.
Every woman would certainly like
To give her a poem
In order not only we strive for the body,
And our soul was also loved.
This question is not indifferent to me.
And so, while the woman is alive
Young or not very
I will give her tender words.