Наверно поклонникам моего творчества будет интересно посмотреть мой стих на английском языке.
История одной воительницы =)

And uplifting prayers to the sky...
And behind the back having wings...
I do not know, there was you or were not,
I all the same loved you.

I a priest, also will be it always,
And the sky will be the lovely house,
I live only for you,
Only for you, native.

Looking in the face nights are more dark,
And as the soldier of a shade,
I love you very much-very,
I love you as day spring.

What for tears in our world?
And for what they in general?
Me keeps in a dash,
Only that love, love to you.

Morning, day another has come,
And the wind blows...
But it will be fast darkness,
Fights will capture measurement.

My armour as if a raincoat,
And arrows as if a mutilation,
And in the mornings I hear crying...
Entreaty about a life human.

It as mourning solo,
Last sigh last sight.
And sometimes them I understand...
Well it is fine, I have gone to group.

Yes, let in the field of fight,
I will lose wings.
Prayers against monsters of a plenty,
Will rescue me, after all I loved.

I do not wish you to lose,
But I start to understand,
That to us with you not on the way,
Forgive, but I should go.

And here the last of breath,
And here flies smothering mine...
Also I do not regret that I die,
Farewell my darling... I love you...