Малая Родина

        "Родина не бывает малой ... просто мы вырастаем!" - Владмир Хлынинъ

       Homeland is not small, it's just that we grow,
       Beyond its borders, we wander, we go.
       But always, its memories we carry,
       In our hearts, they never tarry.
             
       As we grow, we explore new lands,
       But never forget where we first stand.
       Our roots firmly planted in its soil,
       Its essence in us, forever loyal.

              We may travel far and wide,
              To distant shores, we may abide.
              But the scent of our land we know,
              From its aroma, our love does grow.
      
       The place where we took our first steps
       And where our hearts still have kept
       The memories of our childhood days
       And all the joy in so many ways.
             
              The mountains, the rivers, the sea,
              All part of our identity.
              The songs we sing, the words we say,
              Echoing through time, come what may.

              For no matter where we go,
              The love for our homeland does grow.
              And when we return, we understand,
              Its vastness and beauty, forever grand.

       So, let us never forget,
       The land that raised us, with respect.
       For it's not small, it's just that we,
       Grow beyond its borders, child like and free...

              Oh, never let us stray too far,
              From the land that formed us, like a star.
              Though we may venture out and roam,
              Our roots still bind us to our home.

       The place that nurtured us with care,
       Deserves our reverence and our prayer.
       Though we may seek new sights and sounds,
       Our homeland still holds sacred grounds.

              We are but children, wild and free,
              But our roots reach deep, like a tree.
              And though we may spread far and wide,
              Our homeland always stays by our side.

       So let us honor where we're from,
       With grateful hearts and beating drums.
       For though we may grow beyond its fold,
       Our homeland never will grow old.

                Recorded by Vladmir Angelblazer (Владмир Хлынинъ),04 марта 2023


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