In the City Garden by Aleksey Fatianov

In the little city garden,

A brass band  loudly. plays.

On the bench where you are sitting,

There’re  no empty spaces.

Because the lindens are fragrant,

And the river gleams shine,

I cannot tear my gaze away

From your suchbeautiful eyes.

I’ve traveled nearly half the world—

Yet never met there a soul like you;

I never even dared to dream

That I’d ever meet you soon.

Know this: there’s surely no other

Like you in all the world—

One who could forever capture

A sailor's heart anchor.

Across the blue seas and lather oceans,

I can travel with ease;

But to one as cherished as you, my heart,

It seems there’s no path.

Now the spring dawn extinguishes

The little stars within the pond;

Yet nothing has changed usually

In the city garden land

On the bench,where you are sitting,

There’re  no empty space.

In the little town  garden,

A brass band  loudly. plays.

I’ve traveled nearly half the world—

Yet never met there a soul like you;

I never even dared to dream

That I would ever meet you soon.