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 https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat/russian-songs
