A girl was singing in church choir,
Her song was about all people who tired;
About all people who had lost the honour;
About all ships that were ready to die.
And her voice was ringing; the light lay at shoulder,
And no one had crying and no one had cry.
She was as a young and a beautiful soldier,
She was like an angel in clear and blue sky
All people in darkness were listening her voice,
All ships in the sea had forgotten the hell,
But no one of them can do personal choice -
Her voice for them sounded like a bell
But all them were listening; ahd only one child,
By chance was involved in terrible secret -
He's crying and screaming at heavenly field
About that fact that no one will come back.
Мой первый труднорожаемый опыт в переводе стихов на английский язык.