The Alien Queen

[EkaterinaRomanova]

Two armies of eyelashes converged
On the left flank and on the right.
You prostrated yourself before me, 
But as always, I forgot about the main thing. 

I prefer scoundrels
With sad-wise eyes,
Than the bright - eyed proud, 
What are we ourselves.

Two armies of eyelashes converged
On the right flank and on the left.
Don't prostrate in front of me, 
After all, I am someone else's queen.