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!
