В причудах узоров деревьев Лакает из лужи тень,...

In the quirks of the patterns of trees
The shadow is lapping from the puddle
The carousels are ringing the chorus
Day is streaming down from the sky.
I've wandered all over here before
The game swarmed without looking back.
The grass is greener, the people are kinder -
It's time for pleasant moments!
No one will look askance
Will not offend those who are weaker.
There was no demand from us in childhood,
But life turned out to be stronger.
And now we rush to work
In other people's big cities.
Always stressed, we're always worried
We are in a hurry, selling time.
Sullen tired faces
Are mired in vanity forever
Trying to strive forever
Without looking back, not to our dream,
But one has only to look back
See the origins of the source,
Plunge your head into it,
Plunge to the southeast
To these full dale joys,
Where the great Don spread.
Filling yourself with childhood again,
Run to your happy home
Along painfully familiar roads
Along the coastal green bushes -
Here I am close, there is not much left
You be ready to meet me!
Green, cozy, meek,
Keeping memories of childhood
He opened the gate for me again
The city is named after me.
03/21/2017 lostgenius