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On tall grass

How many winters, how many summers*
How much has flown away
How many lifetime have passed
How many people have passed away without me
 
I've returned home, gray hair on the temples
??? in far away places
And with medals on the chest
 
On the tall, tall grass
I will walk proudly
Take a deep breath of air from these fields
I have long forgotten this taste
 
Я пройду в полный рост
Мной давно позабытый на вкус
 
In the haystacks
There is a golden stubble
I'll step on it with my bare feet
To feel the warmth of the earth
 
After a couple of steps
The field recognized me
And says, welcome back home
Welcome home, old man
 
Я пройду в полный рост
Мной давно позабытый на вкус
 
Not even a stake, not a even a backyard
Someone will say in contempt
You have nothing, you saved nothing
Only served and believed in faith and truth
 
There is no one richer than me
In this world since then
Since I have been back
Since I have walked on it with my bare feet
 
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