The Blonde And The African God

   "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!