" In the old town 3 " oil

Delicate, winter, light, openwork like old lace old gord... The snow is clean, with a hint of vanilla, powdered slightly powders the whole city, houses, people. A girl walking away under an umbrella. The snow crunches under my shoes..
"The sun's gold is covered with cobwebs,
You haven't changed, you old city,
Young, like centuries ago.
Warm stones tremble under the foot;
Don't worry, I'm with you again;
I'm going back.

Arches, cathedrals, alleys, and birds;
Faces will stretch out to meet you again
A long, dark crowd;
Memory! Carry me higher, beyond the spires,
Where we prayed, where we loved,
The city is cheerful, with you."

Give joy to yourself and your family!