Poems about the Motherland

We receive letters....

Having left the Motherland once,
Having traveled my road along a чужой path,
To the sounds of a waltz of falling leaves 
We return home.
Sunsets and sunrises greet us,
And the pealing of bells,
And songs, once left unfinished,
Flow from OUR clouds.
Along the familiar path I walk home 
And, like childhood dreams, 
Raindrops swirl in the overgrown garden 
To the rustle of fallen leaves.
Here is the bench where we sat until night,
There was carefree laughter and our thoughts were pure.
And my heart squeezed into a little ball with happiness:
For how many more changes lay ahead!
I look at the village with tender love,
Here we lived as a happy and close-knit family.
Together with the neighbors at a lively feast 
We danced and sang with all our Russian soul.
I will walk slowly through the fields to the churchyard,
I will bow low to my loved ones who lie there 
And whisper to my mother: "How hard it was, dear,
Living without you in a distant land".
I know now that the face of the Fatherland 
Helps us endure the blows of fate,
Like an underground spring in a scorching desert