Dear to Heart

I want to walk the fields anew

Hear songs and whispering of rye

Watch stars fall there at night with you

And swifts at day - like Zeus’ cry

Where the river grass grows short

And hides the spotted minnows cluster

Throw off the shirt and cut the cord

Race with me, who’s faster!

As looking at it through a lens

Old home just like it used to be

My mother hunched over by the fence

Whispering quietly to me

The years haven’t extinguished yet

My love of campfire on the ground

Up on that hill where all youth head

The oaks endure, tall and proud

Ivan Bagaev

Translated by Andrew Hollis

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