Shoes "Skorokhod" and the smell of "Shipra" ...
Oh, how long ago all this was.
Today, shoes "Nike" and the sea of Cyprus ...
Already my face, no longer snouted!
Someone has a paradise island in advertisements,
To someone Cyprus, blazing with laziness.
And this land is in the churches and temples for me,
The possibility of penitence on his knees.
And the embankment is full of tourists,
And the Greek language, English a little.
And the bright oranges of the skin are golden,
And the smell of suvva mixed with an octopus.
The noise of the crowd, the cries of laughter,
Hear: "Zioni pour me!"
And mangals fiery glare
In this eternal feast in the world.
The sea is agitated by the swings of swimmers
And the shore was strewn with hot bodies.
Tired, return home in the evening,
A sad walk of a stray dog.
With the onset of summer, children's screams are greater.
I do not know how there in England or Poland,
But in Cyprus for kids, paradise,
Where their happiness splashes over the edge!
In spring, the beginning of bird flights,
That flocks fly vociferous.
That's the way to Cyprus plane for the plane,
The airport is full of tourists.
Sneak taxi drivers, offering their services.
From them realtors with sales do not lag behind.
And the sun with the sea to rest have,
Not before trips and not before shopping here ...
Every day you can hear the sound of a bell
In the neighborhood, shouting at the churches.
And the hand crosses involuntarily,
Forehead and waist, from shoulder to shoulder.
Here the Saints walked the earth
With thoughts of God and of the Faith.
Here live the Saints, as they did
In the morning prayer and evening.