(Как ни странно, это - песня! Поётся на мотив "На поле танки грохотали...", ибо мотив оттудого и позаимствован!
В конце-концов, я так и не принял ислам, а башни-близнецы были разрушены 11 сентября 2001...
I will be standing near window,
Just kindly listening your voice
Among bright flowers, splendid villous…
I thought to fight is only choice!
Last night again I spent time dreaming,
I've tried to recollect your name.
It was so stupid not to believe that
It would soon get a worldwide fame
You hate politics, I remember,
Nor you believe in words of priests
You’ll be for us this cold September
Like an avenger-terrorist!
My soul destroyed was with the fire,
Like earthquake clanged my heart’s shrill beat.
For you I stars and sun can hire
And put them out to your feet!
I’ve analyzed your smile till morning,
Though forced myself to go asleep,
I thought this smile was the best warning
Like silly donkey not to be!
I understood you’d just start crying
When I’ve met you here next day.
I wasn’t surprised if you were lying
With seizing flight to USA!
Her sun burnt pretty face was dreary,
Her Arab eyes were filled of tears.
She whispered: “Look at star you hire,
This silver point encourages me!”
She vainly tried to hide her sadness
To overcome her last jihad
She said - the sickle of moon do helps us,
The sign of prophet Mohammad!
I understood you’d just start crying:
Your tear helped to improve my fault,
Then said I face to face: “I love you!
I fell in love with you, my girl!’
Arabian girl…