favorite city


In the distant edge of the companion flies,
Native winds behind him fly.
Favorite city in the blue haze melts,
Familiar home, green garden and a gentle look.

Comrade fights will take place and all the wars,
Not knowing sleep, not knowing silence.
Favorite city can sleep peacefully
And to dream, and among the green of spring.

Well when my friend comes back home,
Behind him home winds arrive.
Favorite city another smile:
The familiar house, green garden, cheerful vzglyad.1939