My town

Ekaterina Okhlopkova

I walk along the narrow street,

I know this road – was born in it,

And step by step I’m coming up

To native fence. I’m coming back!

I love these pines, love these trees,

No matter that it’s all in freeze.

But still I’m full in love with you,

My native town, I love toy!

Sometimes your coldness scares me,

Your frosty air freezes me –

However I’m in love with you,

My native Yakutsk, I love you!

Your squares, buildings, parks and streets,

The slabs of marble, walls of bricks.

In winter, summer, autumn, spring

You look so fine like a golden ring!

I still remember every step

I did from school to dear dad,

I’d recognize the way to home

In sure if I’re blind at all!

I know that smell, I feel the ground,

I hear all familiar sounds,

And every time I emphasize –

I’ll find the way with closed my eyes!

I can not help repeating you -

Yakutsk, I really DO LOVE YOU!