Again I thought about you...,
In thousand miles, in the deep of Russia,
You live, obedient to fate... Anew
I think - you're there... Hear I am... now...
We haven't asked for comfort in this land,
The eternal comfort, where we did love,
Perhaps, we loved... each other...
But so a strange tide has carried us
Into the open ocean... And then
Brought us to the coast back,
Which was so sweet and nice...
Still there the waves are beating the sand...
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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2012/05/04/8085
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem