How weak my raft in the path of his frigate

Anshe



How weak my raft in the way to his frigate,
how weak my writing among wordsmiths.
On skantze flagship sit and smoke,
tired of losses, battles, and skirmishes.
And remember he was young once,
talented and strong in literature,
and was even in poetry much.

Why did he go to the war?
But in the subordination of the Navy, he is proud and bold!
Liability for loss sutula,
but overall it wins happy.
And not in the comparison a little pain but
infected saliva sea shark,
and presnovodnye — not his destiny.

While he smokes, smoke, eat waves
my raft did not give up was rewarded calm.
I rope down climb shaky
a little hesitantly, silently,
but not as before weak and helpless.
Not to be bitter-sweet,
And to take from his fingers burning the filter.

My flagship dissatisfied with this meeting
I used to see it on the ground
Its not his prisoner of war
To untie the rope on the forearms,
Not Baring to me your injuries
Because a woman is evil, not that the military
But the everyday ship.