We all were bound with Friendship's thread.
Past days of mine can I never forget...
I recall those far boundaries now still,
Where, once as guest, I had full free will!
Those Eastern swans I still can recall,
Amid those chaps strolling round and all,
And then the Capitol on the mound -
With its most wonderful whiteness found!
Those scarlet rose-bouquets too, I recall -
I brought some with me to Moscow, withal,
And welcoming there new Springtime day,
To Moscovites gave all my blooms away...
Spring came to us all, again at home.
In the grove did merry thunder-claps come.
So that distant way we do not forget...
We must make new friends, ans still love yet!
May 12th 2000.
Moscow, Russia.
Translated from Russian
by Walter May
I cannot forget
© Copyright: Игорь Михайлусенко, 2004
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