Don't be afraid of foreign cities.
They are like stage for your lonely soul.
Don't regret that forgot mother’s pretties.
She is at home, your half-lovely home.
Leave it or join it, emigrant and mistress!
Grow your wind rose and aim it to home.
Or don’t you have one? – It broke into pieces...
When I gave up it long time ago.
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