Wether is worm outside,
memories drawing home,
thoughts is like falling snow.
Somewhere in childhood days,
Ural - my special place.
Winter where I had grow,
city where winds are blow,
Sky's is the clouds floe
Holding the sobbing breath,
Steam in the form of woe,
Flag - playing polar bear.
Look at the constellation,
Trails holds northern star,
Such a fantastic tales,
Native, my frosty Ural.
Wether is minus thirty,
Memories drawing stars,
I am so bold and loyal,
Canning, beloved Ural.
Ural
© Copyright: Дима Пучков, 2012
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