I’m Going Through The Wide Moscow   Street   by Gena Shpalikoff

Some  times everything is going very  well:

What reason - you can’t understand.

That’s simply a summer  pleasant rain,

The normal thunderstorm .

In croud  familier faces'r shine,

Slightly tiered dearest  eye:

In  them the Garden Ring shine,

In them the Garden Ring run,

And summer too warm rain .

I’m going through tremendous Moskow street

And can go easy  even far

To salt Pacific Ocean stream

And  Tundra at Sebiria .

The sail I will eventually spread,

Still did not  know, with whom.

And if  i have a  sorrow about home of mine,

I’ll find   a violet under deep snow -

Reminder  of  my   Moscow .