Aeroport

Aeroport,Bogdanovka and GRES.
A forest met along horizon.
Beckons to itself
By a hand to give to skies here
But like as not in popad
Down an orchard spread oneself
By the bright blue color of celestial by a snow-white snow-white color
Flowers by the nepisannoy krasi.osipannie drop of dew
At mountains in feet lay.They about what discussed.
As though we with devchenkami always.
By the all kind speaking.
We here live and do not trample down us you to no purpose.
We were covered by a bedspread by the mother of -zorya.
And mountains will not give us in offense
They only wait people strong by a spirit.
And there is god yet in the world, he from all here protected us.
In the dales of these crimean unmatched mountains
To us a stranger look is inaccessible.
Met with horizon of,rasplilis in fog
To me kagetsya suddenly, that they on a volcano.
From where only volcanos in Crimea.
To understand one this I can not .
Who sent flying of them here all right such
Probably blew about them by a breeze.
Forms are whimsical, are wrapped up by a forest
By stone are decorated like play-boys.
They stand proudly this long taking away
In the distance making every morning happy look