Names, cities, colours,
Languages and flowers,
And we stay in the world of lovers,
And compose something good and new,
And the nature of this world is so pure and light,
And to live and to love is a great delight!
And this world is so sweet and young!
And every new life feels itself like a shining star,
We are childish merry creatures playing music in the skyey adventures,
Always young, free, healthy, wealthy, very strong and rich, and wise,
We are happy children of flowers in the spaces of infinite love!
Atour Promarzovich Tamrazov
You may read the poem: Names,
cities, colours... in Russian! Yes!
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