Morning hung over the valley,
Woke up city in silence,
Aryk murmurs and smells of Tina,
Shone with a haze in the sky.
Wide street clearance,
Shade trees, like a wilderness forest,
The call to prayer, the minaret,
The mosque is painted in patterns.
The narrow alley - entry,market,
Shopping arcade noise,
Buyers waiting for the goods
And sellers themselves are proud.
Watermelon smell, aroma,
Fruity bouquet fills,
Old man in Asian robe,
Fruits of melon all offers.
And near girl is worth,
Eyes fun sparkles,
Cheek in the excitement of burning
And curiosity is bursting.
She's like a tremulous flower
Cliff on the edge of growing,
And the dress is a thin petal,
Contrary to nature blooming.
And braid wicker, waterfall,
From high mountains the stream flying,
He's like a silver frame,
The decor is playful and alluring.
All the beauty of meadows and mountains,
In darkie fragile reflected,
Huge eyes, a lovely gaze,
As the surface of the lake sparkled.
For a moment, the years swept,
And the way he left,
So many faces merged into one
But this look is not lost.
