Liza Sud

You're Putting On My Feet Small Socks, - Poem by Liza Sud

You're putting on my feet small socks,
I am 12 and I'm - your little girl.
flowers to the ceiling we will toss
and go for a walk with you in snow.

We are not the children of the Horef,
but we want also to be loved.
and so they also bring us all goods
as to the wounded from rearward.

You look at me for the whole matter.
Want it to be a father's glance,
so pure as the real father's
who for my happiness would die!

I'll not be used again, abusers
I want as washdown, to forgive.
And no revenge - after Communion
the Saint - for their good to plea.

Ты одеваешь мне носочки,
я - твоя девочка в 12 лет.
подбросишь в потолок цветочки,
гулять пойдем с тобой на снег.

Не дети мы еврейской Horef,
но также нас хотят любить.
и также нам добро приносят,
как раненым военный тыл.

ты смотришь на меня, все зная,
хочу чтоб так смотрел отец,
который вправду умирает,
за мое счастье в чистоте.

ты не используешь меня, как раньше,
я всех как смыть хочу - простить,
не мстить хочу - после Причастья
за них Святого умолить!

written under music:
Hinuh meyuhad – Horef 73

Topic(s) of this poem: religious

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 21, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 21, 2015

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