Zarema Grandmothers Song Poem by Yuri Starostin

GRANDMOTHERS SONG

Day after day ran, hurry on,
Rushed time, as a horseman,
There, wherein, noble, side by side
West and East stand up.

There lovingly the poem folded
About me.
Who I am?
«One girl! »
What is my name?
«Zarema! »

Like the best rows,
My dad – a poems scholar
Repeats this name
And smiling, lift up me
Under the ceiling.

And the mother have one theme,
All day long she says:
«Eat, Zarema! Sleep, Zarema!
You, Zarema, are not sick? »

Again a morning redden,
A swift pierces a height.
«Go for a walk, Zarema! » -
He sings on the fly.

A tree, and even mute to view,
Tells me to do:
«Go for a walk, Zarema! » -
A branch knocks on the window.

A snow and rain, a fire and rivers,
A wood and dale in the native land
Offered me forever
Their true friendship.

The waves of the sea in the dark foam,

Not once the both grandmothers
Sang a lullaby to me
Near the sea in the lunar hour.

And my name sounded,
Linking a new and old times.
Their sung a lot of songs,
I sing one of them.

«Let dream to you a new
Sleep, like a cloud, is downy,
Sweet, sweet honey dream...
Sleep, Zarema, asleep,
Bayu-Bay!

You don't know a bitter share,
Adjacent a sleepy eyes.
We were born in the bread field
In the bread field, at a boundary.

Get a baskets to a brushwood,
Having laid by a grass the bottom,
Brought us a long time ago
Home in its along the path.

And to look at the stove
In the cradle to us,
And a calves and a lambs could -
We grew up with them.

A times are other now,
A times are better a tales.
A native men are happy for a girl,
All people and all country.


A honey dream arrived to you
On the dark bay horse,
A sleep, like a cloud, is downy...
Sleep, Zarema, asleep,
Bayu-Bay! »