How I long to return
All lost - back today...
How I wish not to have all
The former mistakes...
How I long to see the world,
In which everything was few...
But in real it was many, though...
We can't foresee well,
How our past would influence the now moment...
And, being tortured by the nostalgia, we again
Are looking on the remnants in the photos...
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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2009/02/08/5078
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem