Kaaativerse

Somewhere there is a city, quiet as a dream Covered in chest-deep viscous dust In a slow river the water is like glass Somewhere there is a city where it is warm We spent our distant childhood there. I'll hurry out of the house at night I'll ask for a ticket at the station ticket office. Maybe for the first time in a thousand years Give me a reserved seat ticket until childhood. The cashier will quietly answer: "There are no tickets." Fairy tales live in this city The wild winds are calling with them There they sometimes drove us crazy Pines reach to the sky, houses reach to the sun There, through the snowdrifts, winter walked silently. Somewhere there is a city, quiet as a dream Covered in chest-deep viscous dust In a slow river the water is like glass Somewhere there is a city where it is warm We spent our distant childhood there.