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Island of Childhood

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by: Ilya Shambat - Tue, 20 Jun 2023 01:03 UTC

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWwMAviAlnY

I can talk of this without beguiling,
To it not having too much to add.
In my dreams I see a little island
You won't find it upon a map.

And to no place, to no place can I flee from this,
Night outside, nobody in the yard.
Only in morning will with shining dawn arise
Beautiful island of my childhood.

Here I swim in a winding river,
Feeling the strong arms of my dad,
And for this I am happy and carefree
And for this I can swim with no end.

And to no place, to no place can I flee from this,
Night outside, nobody in the yard.
Only in morning will with shining dawn arise
Beautiful island of my childhood.

Parting with childhood is a sadness,
The white ship has left, does not come back.
And the luminous feelings of memories
Will be stronger the older you get.

And to no place, to no place can I flee from this,
Night outside, nobody in the yard.
Only in morning will with shining dawn arise
Beautiful island of my childhood.

By Michail Boyarsky
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat

Your heart is pure, and your mind clear, and your soul devout.

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