The City

The man once said: " I 'll build the city,

I 'll live and find my happiness in it ",

For hundreds of years he had been chasing his fortune, turning dreams into reality.

There is bitterness in soul at the end -

The man has turned away from his deads,

Не abandoned the city, leaving it to

(Silence) happiness, which he could not accept.

... The grass covered the city,

Beast settled in empty houses,

Destroying it

Faster than man.

... there is a sand in my palms

I feel a motion of centuries,

Delusiveness and illusions - soul of beauty.

... The wind flew over Earth,

caressing the boundless Earth,

The spider ran upon sand, having no barriers on its way.