***4451***О любви (About the love)***
***4451***О любви***(песенка)
Он не один такой, по сути,
Рассказ о том, не обессудьте,
Короткий, чтоб не надоесть,
По сути, то есть, как то есть...
...
Не, что любил он, а кого,
Её любил, он, музу жизни,
И мужем стал, её, на то,
Чтоб проводить с ней каждый день,
Чтоб душу радовать, её,
Чтоб из любви родились дети...
Жизнеродным детородом
Он строгал себе-подобных,
Он любил свою супругу,
Их любовь была взаимной,
Их любовь была поточной,
Плод любви, детьми рождаясь,
Сделал жизнь, их, непорочной...
В любви цветут, цветя в заботе,
Их дети, как бы, между прочим,
И старших славно воспитав,
Фундамент заложили, прочный,
Ведь, младшие-то, от любви,
Им, подражая, в рост пошли...
***/Ереван 04.2025 г./***
***4451***(translated by AI Copilot)
He was not the only one,
This tale — forgive its tone,
It's short, so not to tire,
It tells the truth, as it is...
Not what he loved, but whom,
He loved her — his life's muse.
And he became her husband,
To spend with her each day,
To gladden her sweet soul,
And from their love, children came...
With life‑giving creation,
He shaped his own reflection.
He loved his faithful wife,
Their love was truly mutual,
Their love was flowing constant,
The fruit of love — their children,
Made their life pure and bright...
In love they bloomed with care,
Their children grew as if by chance.
Raising the elder ones with honor,
They laid a solid foundation.
For the younger, born of love,
Following them, they too grew strong...
***/Yerevan, 04.2025 y./***
***4451***(translated by AI Copilot)
He was not the only one,
This tale is told, forgive the tone.
It's short, so it will never tire,
It speaks the truth, as hearts desire...
Not what he loved, but whom he knew,
He loved her — life's own muse so true.
He took her hand, became her man,
To share each day, as lovers can.
To cheer her soul, to bring delight,
And children born of love so bright...
With life's creation, hand in hand,
He shaped reflections of his stand.
He loved his wife, their bond was strong,
Their love was mutual, flowing long.
The fruit of passion, children fair,
Made life pure, beyond despair...
In love they bloomed, in tender care,
Their children grew as if aware.
The elder raised with noble grace,
A solid ground, a steadfast base.
The younger, born of love's embrace,
***/Yerevan, 04.2025 y./***