Nikolai Dobronravov

My Hope

Under an unknown and lonely star,
Once again the foreign heaven twinkles,
Once again between us lay afar
Air fields with their nightly take-off signals.
Here we may have fog and may have rain,
Here we may have freezing cold sunrises,
On the path unknown we will again
Find some inexplicable surprises.

My hope is my compass on earth,
And my luck comes from being courageous,
And only one song’s truly worth –
Which sings of our home through the ages.

Trust me that from here, from far away,
Many things start losing their meaning,
Thunder clouds dissolving in their sway,
Old resentments seem not worth forgiving.
All you need – to only learn to wait,
All you need – be ready for bestowment:
To accept from life itself your fate,
Telegrams in rare delightful moments.

My hope is my compass on earth,
And my luck comes from being courageous,
And only one song’s truly worth –
Which sings of our home through the ages.

We should not forget and need to know,
Every song imagined and desired,
Blue and white windstorms of Moscow snow,
And the lovely eyes that looked so tired.
Once again between us lay afar
Lands and starry skies beyond our scope
Under the unknown and lonely star
Shining like a tribute to our hope.

My hope is my compass on earth,
And my luck comes from being courageous,
And only one song’s truly worth –
Which sings of our home through the ages.

Anatoly Poperechny

Green Grass at Home

Behind the porthole is the Earth,
Behind the porthole is the Earth,
The Earth looks like a wonderful blue stone.
Like for their mother children long,
Like for their mother children long,
We’re longing for our Earth – she is alone.

The stars as seen aboard our ships,
The stars as seen aboard our ships
Get closer, but remain as always cold,
Like when the sun is in eclipse,
Like when the sun is in eclipse
We miss the light and see our dreams of old.

And we are dreaming not of spaceports’ thunder,
Not of blue ice behind the frozen glass,
But we are dreaming of our simple wonder,
Our home and its green grass, and its green grass.

We set our orbits on our own,
On paths entirely unknown
Along with asteroids in the space.
It’s worth our risk and bravery,
Our daily music’s scenery
Becomes attuned to cosmic tones and waves.

There shines below a hazy dawn,
Auroras green and sunsets brown
Are seen behind the porthole in the north,
But for their mother children long,
But for their mother children long,
She’s waiting for her sons, as does our Earth.

And we are dreaming not of spaceports’ thunder,
Not of blue ice behind the frozen glass.
But we are dreaming of our simple wonder,
Our home and its green grass, and its green grass.