In the concrete ocean there is a green island, fenced by a fence, it was simply a lawn.
With barbed wire, that island is surrounded, any passage through it was strictly prohibited.
Two roses grew there, bowing the petals, pulled the stems to each other, but they were far away.
Spray from under the wheels flooded in the morning, the reflections of the sun in the windows warmed them.
They dreamed of dreams that together, finally, they:
Among the stones, among people, among the lights, windows and lanterns that they did not sleep.
In the concrete ocean, puddles from tears dried out, two roses faded in the dust and burn of wheels.
These roses, two, could endure everything when the wind blew - held out of last strength,
The bumblebee sat down, he carried the news about the former spring and close autumn.
The rain washed the fuel oil with their petals, but the roses waited for them to be torn away from the shackles,
Frozen steel and cold concrete, and continued to dissolve their buds.
They dreamed of dreams that together, finally, they:
Among the stones, among people, among the lights, windows and lanterns that they did not sleep.
In the concrete ocean, puddles from tears dried out, two roses faded in the dust and burn of wheels.
But once they heard steps, at a time, these roses came to life,
A guy cuts them off right under the root, with a gloomy face, removes under a raincoat, adds a step.
It is unknown from where happiness came from, their stems at each other, finally, in his arms,
The dream of flowers has come true, now so close, in the bright sun lie at the obelisk.
Dreams embodied and, together, finally, they:
Among the stones, among people, among the lights, windows and lanterns that they did not sleep.
In the concrete ocean, puddles from tears dried out, two roses faded in the dust and burn of wheels. Among the stones, among people ...
Among the stones, among people ...
Among the stones, among people ...
Among the stones, among people ...