Womens Lot

Womens' Lot

Skies above the Rus'
Were an icon face like
Womens' laments sung loud
Women screamed and cried
Women bowed to Him in their hopes
trying their best:

 - Oh, God
Save, please, our husband's & sons
Yes, please, save them all!

Especially, save them from jaunts
Hard very, very long
Save them from prison terms
Save them from wild law...

Womens' Tears fell freezing
Skies, but silently
Remained still breathing

Roos' womens' lot
As actually ever was -
Raising kids without husbands
So all the saint faces cry
At the woody old churchy icons from that

Snow fields storms
Criss-crossly blessed us
God, please, save us
We'll surely pray it out
As we have to do it
Only, please, mercy our children, not us

Roos' womens' lot
As actually ever was -
Bidding for saints' mercy
And kneelling earth to them
So all the saint faces
At the woody old churchy icons
Cried as if aching from that.

PS. Трудно понять, понимаю, перевод песни Михаила Назарова "Бабья доля"
на тупой английский язык, но всё же, умоляю, постарайтесь, поработайте со словарем. Дерзайте!