Do Not Call Huge For My Land... Poem by Yuri Starostin

My land do not call huge...
- My edge do not call huge, -
It has ruffled up on a map by a baby bird...
But there is the love country in the world!
Love country where you are? .

- I am- here. I am - everywhere and always.
I am in the heart – by the happiness and suffering.
Be the star in your eyes, when
You hasten to the lovely on the meeting...

- But I was born not in an yesterday
In the edge where everyone understands,
That and the high mountain leans
On the terrestrial ground.

On what you will lean,
My Tsadastan, imperishable country? .
- On the song and dream wings!
My monastery - all Universe...

- But there are the boundaries
Between the sovereign reigns!
And with whom you border, tell?
To know about would be advisable to me.

- You do not divide me on a part.
Remember: as the light sun,
Over the continents of the Earth
The love flies, do not know a borders! .

- I protected my house not once,
Defended the flaring edge.
But the guard is really necessary
To the never-dying love country? .

- Yes! And the enemies exist for a love.
You protect love, please.
As a jewelry, protect
From all who will covet it.