The Salt Of The Earth. In Aramaic (№ 376408)

Who was with me - I leave.
I may be wrong, but you're my peace has been kidnapped,
Stepping toward me from the ancient Assyrian kings,
Where the world is ruled by the sword. In the night sky - rises Mars.
The beautiful face of the daughter of Mesopotamia.
But the heart of the wild in them, their cunning speech.
Now I have nothing to lose except for short meetings
And I want to hug you. With thee to lie down.
You were born in the land where the walls of old Mtskheta
Where summer is green and families with many children.
Where you want to give children the names of biblical,
And your name is "grace" in Aramaic.