Moscow - The City Of Angels Poem by Liza Sud

I was standing without any clothes
In the midst of Garden Ring,
I was breathing pheromones -
I would burn any muzhik.

I stood in the city’s center,
no one took me.
It was the city of angels,
who didn’t see evil.

I was tenpting everyone as a witch,
with a broom I hung on houses’s fronts,
But for boys and girls I was of no need
they had crowns of gold.

And In Moscow there were only angels.
and they didn’t need my nakedness.
On the seven hills golden-domed greatness -
How this city ascended herself!

Vulgar europeans watched with annoyance:
Moscow, you turned saint, what have you done!
That a naked nice talking streetwalkerI -
For 100 nights – is standing - one!

on the one hundred and first -
I had Eucharist
they fed me and gave me cloths.
Moscow, You saved me!

There is Saint Basil's Church!
Oh I stood beside you!
and your warm and cosmic walls
I could not abandon!

Every temple there – a revelation.
Hundred icons – inside, to myself
Elevator. Moscow’s population
Was filled with such people – saint and blessed!