Garry Cross - Исфара

ISFARA There is a plain among the mountains, On which it is quiet, peaceful He ’s whiling away his old age, And he starts young. Someone loves, someone believes, Or just hypocritical. Someone is crying, and who is laughing Over a life without a reason. Isfara — the city of songs and poems, Fragrant gardens Isfara is a city of masters and dreams coming true. This city was founded (and maybe conquered) By Alexander the Great In those distant centuries. If you are tired on the road, And my legs don ’t obey, Then wait, and wake up! Which literally means “east farah!“ The city breathes a new century, Updated by a human: There’s a swarm of cars on the roads, And the light of night shop windows… Changes a lot about yourself, But as before drowns In a sea of greenery and light, Pleasing people.