Only Elena I Was Born To Hear Poem by Liza Sud

Only Elena I was born to hear
And hearing by saint motif to please.
My main organ is – ears, ears, ears,
Only this sphere I have to increase.


Elena Obraztsova saved me now
By her great voice she simply put me up
Above the world, myself and my vain house,
With happiness into my soul has drowned.

Her art is bliss in a purification,
And she emraces as a holy mom,
Drags to herself to where is the perfection
And never lets to carnal falling down.