Green Island
I am still walking, walking, walking…
And I don’t know where to.
I’m trusting you and I am hoping
To get this icy road through.
I am still walking, walking, walking…
I am still walking, walking, walking…
And in the light of all events
With every day I am still hoping
Have no enemies but friends.
I am still walking, walking, walking…
My land can be that far away,
There is Green Island in the ocean.
I will spread out sadness potion
And I am sure, with great delight,
I’ll send away my sorrow life
And we’ll be back to you alive…
Wrote in 2006 in Russian
Translated in August 2008
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