Old Tomsk

Familiar place,

My favorite

Im walking around Tomsk,

As if with you

The warmth of your hands

And your tender gaze

Old buses,

Nomadic row,

Passing acquaintances

Those who died long ago,

When it was?

Cant remember, its gone!

Forgotten, everything is in the past!

How sad it is to walk

There, through the years,

Come back again.