FOR THE DUCH

 Old and grumpy guard awaits,

You have half an hour Tanechka.

Fasten your paces, go back to the house,

But it will never be a home Tanechka.

 

You stitch in the afternoon,

After the walk on the cherry orchard.

A mother to look after you have,

Do you miss your cousins Tanechka.

 

Four sisters hand in hand, a sick boy in the middle,

A great father you have, but a bad emperor.

Do you still carry the photographs from Tsarskoye selo?

They will not be needed Tanechka.

 

You wake up to the sound of the broken Fiat,

An itchng heaviness inside your corset, an itching hope.

White flags cut through the night,

Are you scared Tanechka?

 

Got put in line, pure lamb of God,

Screams ripped through the dead of the night

Sleep well in the light of your lord and Christ

Prashai, prashai Tanechka.