The Blonde And The African God - Рыбаченко Олег Павлович

  "Of course! You can listen!

  Albina nodded:

  "With pleasure."

  Tom took it and began to chant;

  I will devote to the Motherland without a trace,

  Let there be a feat, military ascended!

  The blow of the sword and the gauntlet,

  A ruthless king over the land of the law!

  The volcano is burning - boiling water,

  Love my amber lips!

  I want a moment of freedom,

  How airy and pure you are!

  Burns as gold hair precious,

  He waved his hands - a wing grew!

  God gave me a gift that was priceless,

  And became immediately happily, light!

  Where God passed: there grew a valley,

  Blooming, lush white roses!

  There will be honor - worlds of all the middle,

  A gift on the altar that I offered!

  Yes, I know, sinful, is associated with witchcraft,

  And not worthy heavenly tabernacles and thickets!

  But at Calvary with Christ,

  I sobbed, wrapping the icon in a cloak!

  My you the best image all brides,

  The Almighty believe, spirit will transform!

  I will take up your is not worthy of the cross,

  And pick up the fallen from the hands of the shield!