Far, far away


Far, far away,
Where to wander fogs
Where the breeze
Swaying rye.
You're in one's own edge
In steppe mound,
About me remembering
As before, you live.

From distant friend
Day and night without ceasing
Expensive and desirable
You're waiting for news.

The sky above you
Tipped blue,
Splash swift rivers,
Sigh sea.
widely stretched
Most Russian -
dear Fatherland
Yours and mine.

About you, svetlookoy.
My beautiful dawn,
At the far edge
I thought again.

Far, far away
For forests, gray,
I am your sleep and rest
Every hour of the beach.
That animal tracks
At the edge of forever darling,
Do not ever go
No enemy.

About you, my Dawn,
On a distant outpost
In our life worrying
I remember not mogu.1951