A Song About Motherland

A Fox walked in the town,
Sometimes she ran abroad.
Fox did not love her motherland,
As midge does not like a bird.

Fox did not see, did not know
The Conciliar soul of Russia.
May be parents have forgotten,
May be they didn’t not account for.

And Homeland - once - was offended,
That fox went away from it.
Since then, the saint protection
fox could not ever feel.

Like mother, she is offended,
That they rest away from her.
And go far for their vacation:
In Asia, or else in Europe.

Leave her without service.
And waste their time for nothing.
And they do not extol her
And do not bring her money.

The Homeland? – What the homeland?
It exists further fine.
With its fields and its copses,
Past time and present time.

With a joyful and bright future
For those who have become saints.
A fox will with her promised bridegroom
Will live in her narrow lair.

The Moral is always banal.
But not understood well:
We receive all from Motherland.
All from us –she will take.