In the past it is difficult to return, Homeland
Homeland, the days sunset.
Dive into old feelings,
in memories, in retribution.
Fall words in notebooks,
thoughts are running out;
tears and thirst, sneak,
but in the long throat cold....
Life is over quickly,
beat the horses hoof,
A diary of life
not always clean,
especially during the chase...
Homeland, the days of the sunset...
We want to advance to the Volga!
Memories - payback,
in memory to go so long...-
Gregory Burtaev. Los Angeles. August 20,2015.1859
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