An Ust-Ilim


Over Moscow unfamiliar winds sing,
Above Moscow clouds, as if the letters are floating ...
I've been on the map for your route,
It is a strange looking word - Ust-Ilim.

Ust-Ilim on the distant taiga river
Ust-Ilim from the city lights in the distance,
The smell of pine needles green stars of the taiga,
And undertones of pine read poetry.

Call - I'll go through the taiga,
Call - I come through the snowstorm and blizzard
Look - inconspicuous taiga pine
Too long ago I was standing behind thy back.

Ust-Ilim, over Moscow thy winds sing,
Ust-Ilim, your name is on the road winds,
Ust-Ilim ... two green stars in the sky ...
And a fire ... and longing in his red eyes ... 1963