Lyudmila Purgina

Freshman - 678 Points (Russian Federation)

V.Tsoi, Tree - Song - Translation (Rus.) - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

By Victor Tsoi

I know, my tree won't live any a week,
I know, my tree in that city is sentenced to death.
But I am all time with it:
I'm tired of all the other affairs,
I think, that it is my house here,
I think it to be my close friend.
I planted a tree.

I know, that pupil could break my tree tomorrow.
I know, my tree will leave me certainly.
But in the time, when it is living, I'm sitting closely,
I feel a great joy, and pain also.
I think it to be my world.
I think it to be my son, indeed.
I had planted the tree.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 28, 2012

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