In these sleeping suburbs we sleep
very rarely.They're not our shacks.
And a branded sign: "We are thieves"
shines on tender humps of our backs.
We'll be burned and our ashes dispersed,
neither ginseng saves us nor cognac.
Our couple be mocked and be cursed,
but in our verse we'll come back.
русский текст http://www.stihi.ru/2010/11/19/194
translated into English by Mikhail Iossel and the author herself,
published in: Nightingale in Cage. The Anthology of Central Asian Women Writers.
Almaty, 2008
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