Дмитрий БУЯНОВ - О Смоленске
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All hills and hills, like helmets of soldiers
In the middle of the spaces of the forest, your walls are worth
My city is caressed by winds and fairy tales
Affectionate

When wars raged over Russia with a blizzard
Smolensk buzzed, buzzing in bells
And rose with his chest, the wall of the fortress
For military immortal affairs

And now poplars either fluff or snow
In the updated glory, you are standing on the ground
My city is caressed by winds and fairy tales
Affectionate

The evening barely flooded with turquoise light
Lights will sparkle along the streets
And you are in a hurry to meet with a smile of heart
My Smolyans, my fellow countrymen

At least for thousands of miles, at least for hundreds of seas
Life will bring me - I will not forget the lights
Cities of a beloved, under gray -haired Iwi
Dear

Here on the Dnieper circle of the tower to the sky,
Here people are gray -eyed and kind,
It smells of Russian spirit, ruddy smells of bread
Here the sky is pigeons blue

Here on the Dnieper circle of the tower to the sky,
Here people are gray -eyed and kind,
It smells of Russian spirit, ruddy smells of bread
Here the sky is pigeons blue