Dinara Orazbekova Poetry |Kazakh poet

 
Dinara Orazbekova (creative pseudonym Dina Oraz) - poet, writer, translator, presenter, journalist, actor, director, public figure, head of the creative association “AVANGARD”, vice-president of the ICPD, vice-president of the International Chamber of Writers and Artists CIEZART (Spain) - Kazakhstan, member of ELIASSHAGAR WORLD, member of WPM TADJIKISTAN (WORLD POERTY MOVEMENT), International Peace Ambassador of the National newspaper “The Daily Global Nation” Dahka, Bangladesh, member of the International Literary Association “Creative Tribune”, member of the “Union of Journalists of Kazakhstan”, IACL Ambassador.

Dinara Orazbekova

 
Born in Kokshetau, lives in Astana, Republic of Kazakhstan.
Author of children's books “Who treats lions' teeth?”, “Where does the unicorn live?”, “What is my name?”. The author's works have been translated into Tajik, Azerbaijani, English, Belarusian, Ukrainian, Latvian, Turkish, Kazakh, Arabic, Kyrgyz, Italian, Uzbek, Bengali, Slovenian, Macedonian languages.
 
Sakura Waltz
 
Cherry snow, what beauty,
Flower leaves fly with pollen.
Cherry snow makes us dance,
Your look is like a sweet dream.
 
We dance the waltz of flowers for the first time,
Cherry snow, circling us crowns us,
From your lips I now drink the nectar of love.
The fragrance of sakura trees is durmanic at once.
 
Oh, how I can't help feeling happy,
I can hold you in my arms,
Never to part again,
Cherry snow bears witness to the magic.
 
Cherry snow, cherry orchard,
Sakura loses its dress,
How fleeting the beauty, the
The fragrance of the flower.
 
We dancing on the petals,
Flying somewhere in the clouds.
**
Вальс сакуры
 
Вишнёвый снег, какая красота,
С пыльцой летит цветочная листва.
Вишнёвый снег нас в танце закружил,
Ваш взгляд, как сладкий сон обворожил.
В вальсе цветов танцуем в первый раз,
Вишнёвый снег, кружа венчает нас,
С губ ваших пью любви нектар сейчас
Дурманит сакур аромат тотчас.
О как же с чувством счастья совладать,
Могу я в танце нежно вас обнять,
Не расставаться больше никогда,
Вишнёвый снег - свидетель волшебства.
Вишнёвый снег, вишнёвый сад,
Теряет сакура наряд,
Как мимолётна красота,
Благоухание цветка.
Танцуем мы на лепестках,
Летая где-то в облаках.
 
**
Love rules the world.
Time and age are irrelevant.
No matter how much you argue,
 
it will catch up with everyone one day.
People have known for a long time
 that love rules the world.
 
If it's meant to be,
you'll be together again.
No matter how much you argue,
 
The stars in the sky will align,
your destinies will collide.
Love rules the world.
 
There are no rules to it;
feelings burn from within.
No matter how much you argue,
 
The power of life is love.
In seeds, genes and blood,
 love rules the world.
No matter how much you argue.
**
Миром правит любовь.
Время, возраст не важны.
Сколько не прекословь,
 
Всех настигнет однажды.
Всем известно давно,
Миром правит любовь.
 
Если вам суждено,
Вместе будете вновь.
Сколько не прекословь,
 
Звёзды в небе сойдутся,
Ваши судьбы столкнутся,
Миром правит любовь.
 
Нет в ней правил игры,
Чувства жгут изнутри.
Сколько не прекословь,
 
Сила жизни - любовь.
В семенах: гены, кровь,
Миром правит любовь.
Сколько не прекословь.