To Alex. You Said You'll Beat Me Poem by Liza Sud

You said you'll beat me with axes
and break me like a birch twig,
And why am I so happy
that I'll be buried and killed?

You said that we are two slippers,
(when I translated your mind)
near one Russian river
which flows to a happy land.

You're playing with words not feelings.
the chief - you're playing with life,
as if it was something unserious,
but always remind of Judge.

You are shining sun, Alexey,
the cloud I see above!
My hands to you I am stretching
and you always give me - LIFE!

That's why you are so endless!
That's why you're like Living God,
Above jealosy and envy,
belonging to all of us!

We all will be beaten and buried,
and then to the sun will rise,
You speak LIVING Word, Alexey,
with God so much alike.