Island of Childhood

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 I can swim without an 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.

Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat

 

That's dope.

in my dreams I see a little island

 

Shabbat Shalom Igshambat..........

does this other discussion get your attention at all?

http://www.politicalforum.com/index.php?threads/the-tate-plan-for-shalom-in-the-middle-east.614114/


The Tate Plan for Shalom in the Middle East!

and.....

http://www.politicalforum.com/index...t-record-high-in-2022.607027/#post-1073948749