I returned home


He returned to his homeland. Rustling birch counter.
For many years I served without leave in a strange land.
And here I go in my youth I Zarechnaya street,
And our quiet street not know.

Here rose garden above the beach with shady paths,
The outskirts of built up, the factory - do not know.
In his home jacket, scarf in peas
Gray-haired, long-awaited, I was met by my mother.

There is so much we have lived here many paths explored by,
There is so much we have experienced the joys and thunderstorms.
Let the cry goodbye soldier is not allowed in an hour,
But I admire the motherland and do not hide the tears.

I returned home. And the pond under the willow
You wait as long in years, the arrival of my ...
Would our Homeland rich but happy,
A higher happiness of the Motherland is not nothing in the world! 1951