Day has fell to sunset glow,
and it’s sky grayness to rain
to a plenty flowers field.
There is wall of fine rain
covering gloomy forest,
where tree-herds for many years
guard us from all distress.
From the darkness river deep
like cold stream come back to me,
with clear voice, sooner, tell me:
Dear friend, please, save homeland,
save my old forest and swamps,
clear sky and shining stars,
so that sunshine always been
with me in foreign land.
25.11.16