Long ago in Grandma’s village Everything seemed so great... Then, perhaps, we are mali, But everything has changed over the centuries. Koli in Babusiny village The cows were grazed in the fields, Beetles were hunted near the ground And the poor birds were “rotted”. Bulo in Babusiny village So good and quiet in the evenings, Khrushchev in Maple Hill Previously we were circling like pilots. Godini in Babin village When they flew by so quickly. Bread with jam on the table That milk, chasnik and lard. And also in Grandma’s village We loved to sleep in the blue, Having settled down, like kings, They could have regotati until the wound. I always want to go to the village, Everything has become so small. His childhood has passed away brightly, My heart is still so sweet there...
