What is better, who can tell?
Ask me, where I`d like to dwell.
"Will you like the village skies?"
"No, the city, which is wise,
Wise and old, thoughtful and foggy,
With street cat and old street doggy,
Paving stones warmed by the sun,
Smell of coffee bought on run.
Spires of towers touch the sky,
One-two steps and you can fly.
Fly above the people`s heads,
Above living, above deads.
Past and future you can see,
Places, where you`ll be free.
Here I am never lonely,
So, the city will be ONLY,
Only place I`d like to dwell,
What is better, who can tell?"