Yaransk - a calm and tender name...

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I like its spring and summer  
 
I like its spring and summer  
 
changes,  
 
changes,  
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I like it sparkling in the frost  
 
I like it sparkling in the frost  
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And in the flakes of falling snow,  
 
And in the flakes of falling snow,  
Its ancient churches, modern blocks.  
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Its ancient churches, modern blocks.
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I like to see it change and grow.  
 
I like to see it change and grow.  
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And when I walk along its streets,  
 
And when I walk along its streets,  
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I think about its past and future,  
 
I think about its past and future,  
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About  the people, who live and lived,  
 
About  the people, who live and lived,  
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And I admire its ancient beauty.
 
And I admire its ancient beauty.
  
 
I often picture in my mind:  
 
I often picture in my mind:  
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A river, very calm and slow,  
 
A river, very calm and slow,  
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A fortress, forests so wild –  
 
A fortress, forests so wild –  
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More than 4 centuries ago.  
 
More than 4 centuries ago.  
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Days, years passed; the place is not the same.  
 
Days, years passed; the place is not the same.  
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It saw the changes, big and little,  
 
It saw the changes, big and little,  
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It has preserved its charm and name.  
 
It has preserved its charm and name.  
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That came to it from those first people.  
 
That came to it from those first people.  
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It cannot boast many things:  
 
It cannot boast many things:  
Huge buildings or exotic sights.  
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Huge buildings or exotic sights.
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It’s not the town of my dream  
 
It’s not the town of my dream  
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But it’s the town of my heart!
 
But it’s the town of my heart!

Версия 07:11, 14 октября 2011

Yaransk

Yaransk… a calm and tender name.

It sounds unusual for strangers.

I like it in the autumn rain,

I like its spring and summer changes,

I like it sparkling in the frost

And in the flakes of falling snow,

Its ancient churches, modern blocks.

I like to see it change and grow.

And when I walk along its streets,

I think about its past and future,

About the people, who live and lived,

And I admire its ancient beauty.

I often picture in my mind:

A river, very calm and slow,

A fortress, forests so wild –

More than 4 centuries ago.

Days, years passed; the place is not the same.

It saw the changes, big and little,

It has preserved its charm and name.

That came to it from those first people.

It cannot boast many things:

Huge buildings or exotic sights.

It’s not the town of my dream

But it’s the town of my heart!

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