Olga Zary's lyrics
Again I'm fooled by winds
Again, not clothed in the weather
And I'm delirious by the path that is not visible
Stalled with leaves of the avenue.
Mariupol is an amazing city
With a moderate-friendly climate,
City of metallurgists and builders
The city of fantasies and dreamers.
Students with laptops are wearing
And the poets were frozen with notebooks,
The leaves on the asphalt are in letters,
Droplets of rain sparkle with notes.
And the lonely whispers at the sea
Move the arrows of their hours of the universe,
The waves are sunshine,
To their feet cast an incorruptible song.
And the old ladies, as living novels,
Lived in the epoch of congresses,
Discuss city news,
In the evenings, sitting at the entrances.
Factory smell, oddly enough to me,
For so many years, people inhale forces.
Somewhere there is "promised land".
Only here ... the parents of the grave ...
photos from the author's archive
Yours is Olga Zarya