Way below zero. My childhood city,
Here I come to you.
I forgot how it feels. My body is frozen.
My thoughts are frozen too.
My childhood city runs in my veins
As a mixture of care and pain.
Even across the ocean
I can hear its sounds again.
(Английская версия моего стихотворения «Мой Город»)
My Childhood City
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