Chicago Photographer

Shchedrin S.

Toronto, Moscow, Berlin, Petrograd,
Me you with longing not breath,
I hasten to where rain, snow and hail,
My city is Chicago city.
Let you in the distance time zones,
Let the flight be canceled a hundred times –
I come to you, sparing no sails,
Without a thought to go back.
Arriving, I will burn the return ticket
And in lake throw passport,
And sit on the "L" and jump out into the light
Neon and the sounds of jazz.
I've been here so many times in my dreams,
Love I your was able and wind,
Everything is familiar to me – and your scope,
And every inch of you.
Chicago, my city, my country.
America, so far,
You simply, alien, busily important,
But even so close somehow.
You're my dream, and hope, and dreams,
That dream long ago, far,
You rise skyscrapers that are full of light,
You're jazz and disco music.
You're waiting for me, you know, and I'm waiting for you,
Let time runs fast –
I will come to you, I will come, I will sail
The flow back and rest.
I'll break through the barricades to you.,
Through heavy fire and wind
Penetrate, get through, take it like a pirate
Takes by storm surrendered cruiser.
Chicago, maybe I'm not the same.,
That took the city with a swoop,
Give me one last chance and open the door.
Within your limits... Alone,
Just heard I'm in town the evening will include
And in it dissolve I haze of,
Fog, cool dew, fall
Midnight haze shaky.
You will come as before, in my old dreams,
And you'll be with me all night,
My city coveted, my you country,
You became my Destiny...