I went so far away to see
My favourite town by the sea,
That's lived in colours and in rhymes
Since golden days of good old times.
I go downstairs to the Old Town.
I go slowly down and down.
And in a bar I drink some wine,
Deep in the memory of mine.
I see white sails of many ships
And taste seasalt is on my lips.
I hear seagulls on the seashore,
But feel I'll do that nevermore.
September 7, 2010.
Moscow.
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Юрий Анатольевич Обуховский
"Город у моря"
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My Favourite Town by the Sea
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