A keresés eredménye

Memory

In spring fields are wide open like souls,
They're open for the sun and winds,
In May I come here to listen to you,
And to breathe your air, my land.
 
Spring, like youth, will worry my heart,
The wind will touch the silver of my gray hair,
Certainly, a man can't live alone,
But sometimes he needs to be alone.
 
I'm alone in the field in early spring,
But suddenly I feel like someone puts his arm on my shoulder,
And the old friend, who died near Lozovaya,
Will ask me, as he always has done, to get a light. (a cigarette)
 
You can't live a whole century in the world
With no sorrow, no pain,
I'm alone and at the same time not alone in the open field,
You're gone, bur you're still with me, my friends.
 
In spring fields are wide open like souls,
They're open for the sun and winds,
In May I come here to listen to you,
And to breathe your air, my land.