Civilians my abode

< Anshe



Civilians my abode, be with me,
Protects against friends and foes, stand at my door,
Warms my bony fingers, the cross is not at all the churches,
towering wall, and the light above his head,
and svoi- warms in
roots unruly hair on my restless mind.

Close inhabitant of my abode, whether in me,
rising from its knees, hug, and I sink to them,
so that no sound, moan, moan that no, that song, that no string, the verse.
For if you, even at the bottom
higher and purer than the heavens nechuzhih-its,
where how many years, how many winters, and is not accustomed to it ... not so fond of them ...