Анна Горенко. Всё Божье небо в позументах (англ.)

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The whole God’s sky is clad with braids and
Moon like hussar of angels gleams
So sing for 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.