The City (gorod)

I will come back to the city under the grey sky
where I live for so long
and where I haven't been for a long while
the city of the yellow street-cars
where the children play wargames like it was before

I found my song between the walls of this monster
it was dark and uncozy, painful and difficult for me here
and people would crush with their heels the petals of my heart
they would call me a stranger, a fool, an outsider to their faith

The peace of the foreign land cannot replace your swamps
your rain and the noise of your poplars
that wisper to me - go on with no fear!

I will come back to the city where I was born
where I was engaged to this body
where I was trained in the movements of love
and exposed to the outbursts of hate

I want to walk down the empty pathways of the park
I want to converse in the light of a candle
to enjoy the silence of the subway stations
anticipating the frequency of the death casulaties

The peace of the foreign land cannot replace your swamps
your rain and your snowfall
that wisper to me - go on, and do not step back!

written by atmoravi
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from record NA PROVODE