Анна Горенко. Всё Божье небо в позументах...

Автор: Ханан Варни


The whole God's sky is clad with braids and

Moon like hussar of angels gleams

So sing to me with accent maiden

Blow out the flint of dreams



I shall build epaulets and wreaths

Around your body mute and starving

If only you had sung, my darling

And troops had marched in heaven's depths



While you are singing sinking drowning

Tears in my throat don't bother me.

All night is your pursuit and running

Horse's sweat smells somewhat gingery.