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lyrics & poems
The quartet of ladies has finally arrived
To the room full of resonance
Of the resonance that on Sundays is inviting God
In prison
We are in the prayer room
It is here we’re going to be lost
In soliloquies and swirls
In whispers of endless words
Only several droplets…
It is here we’re going to end up.
In the room of the Lord, we’ll be truly inspired
Aren’t we women imprisoned?
The quartet of ladies has finally arrived
The clock shows almost nine
They are here early
Sitting, as if waiting on Sunday for a bus
Will it come
Will it not?
I was also too early
Only several steps from them, so I believe
We were waiting for each other with the patience of teen girls
Whose trembling hearts gave away the emerging rebellion
We were wise, overwhelmed, even prior to our encounter.
They were four, in my quartet of ladies
Seventy-five, forty-seven, about thirty and twenty-one-years-
old
Greetings, my ladies, for months I’ve been waiting for you
I am happy to meet you, for there’s a lot I have to learn.