The sea was far away from the village where I was born
It is within a stone's throw from here
Impossible to see seagulls in my native village
Here I can see so many of them even in the backyard
The peddlers brought salt on their backs in the old times
Where have all the vast areas of slat flats here gone?
There were all kinds of crops and fruits in my childhoodHere, so many kinds of marine products in the fish market
I grew up in the faraway farming village
Now I live in the harbor city.
Dream Harbor -- Leonid Afremov