VII

Дмитрий Манченков
An angel with the auburn hair
Has won my heart for good.
Her tender grace and loving care
Have healed my gloomy mood.

And now I know my fate is sealed
With her eternal love,
The sign of the Divine revealed
In this angel from above.

God's gift to sinner who had thought
The only way left was to rot
In stinking swamp of sin

Embodied in the female flesh,
So gently rendered and so fresh,
And gave me strentgh to win!