Houses_huddle
Houses huddle, all multi-colored\nThere are always flowers on the windowsills\nRandomly, unexpectedly, miraculously\nA myriad, an armful of nobody's dreams\nBrought by the wind somehow fabulously...\nI'm running in shoes, in a spring raincoat\nI am in a hurry to meet with myself\nAnd as if it seems, and as if it's dreaming of\nmeeting a true love...\nLet it be invented, but it will come true!\nMosaic of thoughts, birds live chirping\nOn the main square the grandeur of the Radnitz\nAnd the spiers sharply resting on the Universe,\nThey raise my thought and then prostrate it\nI am a stranger here and everything's unknown...\nI run and fly and I compete\nWith my unbridled destiny\nLet passers-by be surprised\nWalking slowly along the pavement\nThe cobbled pavement...\nHouses huddle, all multi-coloured...