Kam NY

Богдан Георгиевич Антонов
I found my stone
 On the road, under your feet
 He picked it up with his hands
 He pressed it to his chest.
 
 My time is bright
 Sunny morning.
 I hold a stone to my chest
 And I live with him, day after day...
 
 I found my power
 Which will share the weakness,
 On the way to the grave
 Live a long time...
 
 Life is so short.
 Life is fair...
 We need to live,
 To not forget us...
 06.05.19;;