The first paragraph of the national anthem
The following way:
There is a city in Pushma,
The polymer spirit breathes.
He was very modest at first.
At home it is made of pebbles.
There live the Taliban.
Not knowing sorrow and sorrow.
Buried in the valleys of the dead
And the dirt of the sick...

and sing:
Talica, Talica, he lives and does not age.
Talisca, Talisca – the pimocate is famous!
Congratulations to Talic!
I like here very much!

The hymn has no continuation, because the author
He died in a city hotel, staring out the window.
on the street. The [...]

The Attractions:
Petropavlovsk church (mid-19th century, late classicism, early darkness);

(from the wiki about the Ural town of Talica)