– What a strange and wild planet,
It reminds me of Earth sometimes,
Then I want to go home,
There's shelter, a wife, and a lot, a lot of light.
- Well, I was dreaming, I remembered the old days,
A space tramp who lost his way,
Give him the space drogs,
He wants to kiss his beloved wife.
– I'm not joking, I want to go home.
What seas, what beaches!
And though there's a lot of soot in the air,
And yet it is unforgettable, native.
– Well, if that's the case, I can admit it,
We have lost our way and have been wandering for many years,
But which ones? Space? Oh, no!
Earth, native, sixteen years, no need to doubt.
So, I can make you happy, we are on Earth.
More precisely in India, on some island.
I can't be more precise. Everything was green,
Blind flight, landing in the dark.
& nbsp;now think what is waiting for us.
Your wife is well over forty.
And on Earth, every month is precious to women.
So who will reproach her with treason?
– You have miscalculated, friend, you have grossly miscalculated.
And here the term, and the wife,
There is one who is always alone,
There is a mother here, which means there is love.
There is something eternal about which I am not mistaken.
I know that she is alive, that she is waiting for me, I have no doubt!
22.11.2019 G.