I walk on the stone of old slabs,
The soul is full of anguish again…
Blessed house! - You will not be closed
For bitter memories!
Here - poor rose petals
On the stone crying, alley…
There - lit lights
On the night leaving alley…
And wind encountered, Tweedledum
A feather light snowflakes,
The city boomed, in jest
Over svyatostyu tvoeyu, inok…
Where is the sanctity of? - We ask the stars,
fluorescent, as it shone…
And if the stars have changed -
One through the night Carry your cross.
