This is wonderful place
And I want see your face,
When light wind touch your dress,
On the Kinburns’ka tress.
You can see all Black Sea,
On the grass - little bee,
Flight of swans in the sky,
Oak-wood. I ask: “Why?”
“Why I don’t living here?”
This is paradise, sheer.
I want swim in this lakes
And eat country cakes.
Walk with friends on sea-side,
Through a steppe on horse ride.
Go between willow-trees,
Fall in love and take peace.
Please, remember my words:
“This place best in the worlds!”
Kinburns ka tress
© Copyright: Александр Витер, 2009
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