2018.07.06.
Motherland
I'm heading to my Motherland,
Dear land, dear land...
Most beautiful and close land,
Dear land, dear land...
Before the berries ripen,
Dear land, dear land...
I'm hurrying into a birch thicket,
Dear land, dear land...
At once my mood starts to rise ,
And it rises, and hurries.
Wild berries have ripened in the birch forest...
Cannot endure anymore - gonna reach to them and pick...
Simply all kinds of flowers are here,
Dear land, dear land...
Scarlett flowers, so sweet scented,
Dear land, dear land...
There is nothing like this land,
Dear land, dear land -
No other land can compare to it,
Dear land, dear land...
Forest nightingales sing in the birch forest,
They keep singing on and on...
Without a break, resonantly they singing,
With their silver, silver voices...
I'm soon arriving,
Arriving, arriving...
Cannot live on waiting,
Waiting, waiting...