That's plenty of banners which all harlequin
That flutter in deathly immobile serene
That wants to encircle this town by black ring
That drowns in valley all loud and grand
That meets adamant and majestic command
That waits for impromptu and sumptuous rant
That brightly proclaimed: "foe's on ferrule of lance"
That heavily helps us to win with no hands
That happens on now where Motherland stands
That rises above overwatching a field
That knows in advance who will win, who will yield
That's all in the ballpark that Volgograd built
That s all in the ballpark that Volgograd built
© Copyright: Грибов Владислав, 2018
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