I don’t remember which town
I don’t remember which town –
The worst, but the people adapt.
The woman whose wings are stretched out
Makes easier baby’s steps.
Oh, look on far mountains, woman!
They greet with the tinkling bells!
Your baby is grown on bitumen
And must become cruel after that.
Translated by Alena Starostina 05/26/2011
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