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Eduard Asadov

How many people can you go to bed with?

And in the morning, parting to smile,
And wave and smile,
And all day, worrying, waiting for news.

There are so many people with whom you can just live,
Drink coffee in the morning, talk and argue...
Who can you go on vacation with at sea?
And, as it should be - both in joy and in sorrow
To be close... But at the same time not to love...

There are so few people with whom you want to dream!
Watch the clouds swarm in the sky
Write words of love on the first snow,
And think only about this person...
And I don’t know or want more happiness.

There are so few people with whom you can be silent,
Who understands at a glance, at a glance,
Who doesn’t mind giving back year after year,
And for whom can you, as a reward,
Accept any pain, any execution...

This is how this gimmick winds its way -
They meet easily, they part without pain...
This is because there are many people with whom you can go to bed.
This is because there are few people with whom you want to wake up.

There are so many people you can go to bed with...
There are so few people with whom you want to wake up...
And life weaves us like a gimp...
Shifting, as if fortune telling on a saucer.

We are rushing about: - work... life... affairs...
Anyone who wants to hear must still listen...
And as you run, you only notice bodies...
Stop...to see the soul.

We choose with our hearts - with our minds...
Sometimes we are afraid to smile, to smile,
But we open our souls only to those
The one you want to wake up with...

There are so many people with whom you can talk.
How few are those with whom silence is reverent.
When hope is a thin thread
Between us, like a simple understanding.

There are so many people with whom you can grieve,
Questions fuel doubts.
There are so few people with whom you can get to know
Ourselves as a reflection of our life.

There are so many people with whom it would be better to remain silent,
Who wouldn't blab when they're sad?
How few are those whom we trust
They could have what they were hiding from themselves.

With whom will we find spiritual strength,
Whom we blindly trust with our soul and heart.
Whom we will definitely call
When trouble opens our doors.

There are so few of them, with whom you can - without further ado.
With whom we sipped sadness and joy.
Perhaps only thanks to them
We loved this changing world.

Other articles in the literary diary:

• 02/15/2014. masks.
• 02/12/2014. Bella Akhmadulina
• 07.02.2014. ***
• 05.02.2014. ***
• 02.02.2014. ***

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Eduard Asadov's poems always make you think about something important, laugh and immediately cry. That is why his work is incredibly popular these days. But one poem has become simply legendary and we decided to remind you of it today.

And in the morning, parting, turn around,
And wave and smile,
And all day, worrying, waiting for news.

There are so many people with whom you can just live,
Drink coffee in the morning, talk and argue...
Who can you go on vacation with at sea?
And, as it should be - both in joy and in sorrow
To be close... But at the same time not to love...

There are so few people with whom you want to dream!
Watch the clouds swarm in the sky
Write words of love on the first snow,
And think only about this person...
And I don’t know or want more happiness.

There are so few people with whom you can be silent,
Who understands at a glance, at a glance,
Who doesn’t mind giving back year after year,
And for whom can you, as a reward,
Accept any pain, any execution...

This is how this gimmick winds its way -
They meet easily, they part without pain...
This is because there are many people with whom you can go to bed.
And there are few people with whom you want to wake up.

How many people can you go to bed with?
There are so few people with whom you want to wake up...
And life weaves us like a gimp,
Shifting, as if fortune telling on a saucer.

We rush about: work... life... affairs...
Whoever wants to hear must still listen,
And as you run, you only notice bodies,
Stop... to see the soul.

We choose with our hearts - with our minds,
Sometimes we are afraid to smile - to smile,
But we open our souls only to those
The one you want to wake up with...

How correctly it is said... Let your loved ones always be there!

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A wonderful poem by Eduard Asadov performed by Vladimir Mashkov, that’s exactly how it was written in the commentary...
It's a pity that I don't know who the author of this video is.
I accidentally saw a link to this video on Facebook and downloaded it for myself, although I have known the poem for a long time and love it very much.

How many people can you go to bed with?
There are so few people with whom you want to wake up...
And in the morning, parting, smile,
And wave and smile,
And all day, worrying, waiting for news.

There are so many people with whom you can just live,
Drink coffee in the morning, talk and argue...
Who can you go on vacation with at sea?
And, as it should be - both in joy and in sorrow
To be close... But at the same time not to love...

There are so few people with whom you want to dream!
Watch the clouds swarm in the sky
Write words of love on the first snow,
And think only about this person...
And I don’t know or want more happiness.

There are so few people with whom you can be silent,
Who understands at a glance, at a glance,
Who doesn’t mind giving back year after year,
And for whom can you, as a reward,
Accept any pain, any execution...

This is how this gimmick winds its way -
They meet easily, they part without pain...
This is because there are many
who you can go to bed with.
All because there are few people with whom you want to wake up!

There are so many people you can go to bed with...
There are so few people with whom you want to wake up.
And life weaves us like a gimp,
Moving us, as if in a fortune-telling saucer.

We are rushing about - work, life, affairs.
Those who want to hear must still listen.
And as you run, you only notice bodies,
Stop to see the soul.

We choose with our hearts, with our minds,
Sometimes we are afraid to smile
But you open your soul only to those
The one you want to wake up with...

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How many people can you go to bed with?
There are so few people with whom you want to wake up.
And in the morning, parting, turn around,
And wave and smile,
And all day, worrying, waiting for news.

There are so many people with whom you can just live,
Drink coffee in the morning, talk and argue.
Who can you go on vacation with at sea?
And, as it should be - both in joy and in sorrow
To be close... But at the same time not to love.

There are so few people with whom you want to dream,
Watch the clouds swarm in the sky
Write words of love on the first snow,
And think only about this person.
And I don’t know or want more happiness.

There are so few people with whom you can be silent,
Who understands in half a word, half a glance,
Who doesn’t mind giving back year after year,
And for whom you can as a reward
Accept any pain, any execution.

This is how this gimmick winds its way -
They meet easily and part without pain.
All because
That there are many people with whom you can go to bed
All because
That there are few people with whom you want to wake up.