Cancan With Sadness Poem by Liza Sud

I write this verse on purpose for Natalia.
she orders me Cancan with sadness.
she wants to show you the dance,
ashamed not God's, neither your eyes.

And so, I write. The swirl of skirts.
There roses flash, forget-me-nots.
and if it touches you somehow
I will continue music now.

This show of financial maidens,
and the approach of Russian faces,
so friendly and so sincere.
the cancan's point - din, noise of treason.

why is it sad? - you leave tomorrow.
to say good bye with such a show -
is sadly somewhat, even painful.
It was with love, and that's the main thing!