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пустые скамейки навевают.... My City Berdyansk As my city sleeps on this cold winter night, I dream of its future under the moon’s glimmering light. I try not to think about our city’s difficult past, Only look at the future as our city begins to grow fast. Some say my city is filled with undesirable vice, But all around me I see its splendor and paradise. Now my city is covered in a soft blanket of snow, But the moon gives it a warm and beautiful glow. I stand and tremble as winter’s snow falls from above, For God has blessed our glorious city, my city I so love. Mike