What do you think about the soul of your motherland?
Do fill her like your second mother?
But we shall…
Whenever you see it,
Whenever you fill it,
Whenever you touché it,
It’s near by you.
Whenever you call it,
Whenever you lose it,
Whenever you trust it,
It’s always with you.
Your village, your house,
Your dog or your mouse,
Your past or your future
Depend on your land.
Your childhood and parents,
Your members and talents,
Your taste and your moving –
It’s only homeland.
And when it is calling,
No matter, no worring… -
About yourself you’ve forgot.
When nothing is happening,
Nothing is moving….
Just wait for a moment….
Her love she has brought.
In this poem I tried to show the meaning of the birth land. I don’t know what you fill, but here it’s mine opinion, mine fillings.