When The Daisies Dance Poem by Alexender Rafinov

Autumn should cover the path,
The home, the house, and the valley again.
Daisies must dance with the wind,
Grasses will shine in the morning light again.

And when the heath will be alive again,
With the sweetness of floral blessings.
Dried lands will become wet once again,
Sunlight will bring new mornings.

I have some trust in a line
That my dead mate said:
'Trust me, we'll get our home,
Maybe very soon, or maybe late.'

But Mama, I promise you,
I'll come back home.
When the daisies will dance,
And the grasses will shine.
Mama, I'll come back
On a morning like that.