Une Petite Chapelle Récemment Construite Sur Une Place Près Du Centre-ville Editorial Photo

Here comes spring again There is no one on the empty benches yet, Grass is green, fresh air The dome of the white chapel glistens with a copper sheen and gold of the cross. It seems to be heard from everywhere We are so tired of waiting for the heat, The sound of falling raindrops rejoices, The wind rustles the leaves in silence, As if asking if it`s past, what will happen, Gotta go, gotta be on time Get rid of fatigue To continue to live. And in the chapel, a candle burns near the icon, The yellow flame froze Says not to start from the beginning forgiveness sadness, All doors are sealed, but do not despair, Crying eyes from the icon are screaming.