A little golden ship
In a light blue sky,
Upon the city of my dreams,
I won't forget, even if I try.
The city, where my childhood sleeps
And I still see it in my dreams.
Palaces, where silence dwells
Behind their guarding fence.
The place, I love with all my heart
I see it every time I pray
It's ancient characters already played their parts
They fade away with the last light of day.
Saint Petersburg - your lions and your waves
Are witnesses to old fame and grace
I miss you, and it cuts me like a knife
Your place is sacred in the story of my life.
(My bro wrote this beautiful poem, when I needed help with my homework back in 9th grade)
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