Zmeinka

Our district resembled a place divine. When nature's beauty intertwined. The surf recited verses with grace. Like an orator Without a trace. Forests folded down to the shore. To watch the waves in a rhythmic dance. Not one to trouble nor to ignore. The spirit of homes kept in a trance. Oh, Zamynka, sweet Zamynka. Just a paradise, a rural winka. Every girl a picture so fine. Every boy a little rogue in line. As a lad on that Zamynka. I trod every path and drinka. Drunk on her beauty, the ocean sway. Falling in love with the bay. But progress with its cruel hand. Maimed the beauty of our land. Where woods would whisper soft and low. Now the racetracks roar doth grow. The village spirit swept away. By an excavator's deadly sway. In revenge they built tall blocks. Twenty doors to the same hot locks. Oh, Zamynka, sweet Zamynka. Just a paradise, a rural winka. Every girl a picture so fine. Every boy a little rogue in line. As a lad on that Zamynka. I trod every path and drinka. Drunk on her beauty, the ocean sway. Falling in love with the bay. The air grew heavy, thickened with lead. The emerald flora now seemed dead. In daylight, that color's hard to locate. Not a breeze for the wind to sate. Walls surround like fences tight. Who can blame For this blight? For the stolen space, sighing forlorn. In the echoes of what had been born. Oh, Zamynka, sweet Zamynka. Just a paradise, a rural winka. Every girl a picture so fine. Every boy a little rogue in line. As a lad on that Zamynka. I trod every path and drinka. Drunk on her beauty, the ocean sway. Falling in love with the bay. Oh, Zamynka, sweet Zamynka. Just a paradise, a rural winka. Every girl a picture so fine. Every boy a little rogue in line. As a lad on that Zamynka. I trod every path and drinka. Drunk on her beauty, the ocean sway. Falling in love with the bay.