Misses the morning Sivtsev Vrazhek,
Snowflakes slowly scurry,
Country of ill mongrels,
Forgotten mittens shelter

Grilles, gateways, squares,
I know every house here.,
My country, my creed,    
I lived around the corner.

Hello, crooked alleys,
Old stable straight!
I remember how there were gulks
My walks under the moon 

Snowflakes circling halos             
Above the gray silence of the transom,
I hear the creaking of the steps fun
Their lost girlfriends
 
Ah, Sivtsev Vrazhek, snow as cotton wool,             
Drifts to sleep on the pavement, 
I have something to remember here once.
I was young.

9 07 2018

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.