The old bricks in old frames
Are looking old, though they have
The aspiration to be like new...
But they are old, to be true...
And new bricks in the new asphalt are soldered,
And suffering a lot from the moving cars,
They feel after some days as the soldiers,
Which suffers in new vestiges, somehow...
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In russian
http: //www.stihi.ru/2010/04/10/1464
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem