13 Florence To Tatiana
Again it's time to look at clouds --
Wind made us see the flow
Of time --
Whatever clouds will talk about,
Just build your Florence
In the sky.
Oh, Florence with your rhythm of poems --
You rhymed all passions of discord.
I build you
From the waves of ocean --
Again it's time to bathe
In salt.
Whatever wind will change
In glory,
Whatever clouds will say
In vain --
Just build again your walls of Florence.
Oh, Florence,
With your waves of pain!
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