Russia’s Eternal Glory- A beautiful Poem, the Wanderer by Dmitry Bazilenko

Russia’s Eternal Glory- A beautiful Poem, the Wanderer by Dmitry Bazilenko.

wanderer
Dmitry Bazilenko
Heavy road wanderer.
Not a penny to his name.
And as if his feet bare,

on the cobblestones.
Blood oozing, knocked legs hurt.
Heart beating out of my chest.
Like a lonely bird,
from the depths to the heights breaks.
Broad Russian mother.
Throughout the temples and palaces.
But everywhere on the porch,
Poverty is missing.
Though Russia eternal glory
the breadth of his soul.
How to find a shelter.
If everywhere is not so.
As written in Scripture,
Is not that for us.
And everywhere now wanderers
and deceit in business.
From very early in the morning mayhem.
The first guests at the ball.
Those that remember you gentlemen,
Remember his Christ.
In the church I see often go.
Not only on you cross.
And with chains of gold,
Decoration of Satan.
After all, the camel is even easier
jump through the eye of a needle.
On the perfidy of your gold,
on tears and blood.
And that is where the wanderer
to find happiness.
After all, Russia eternal glory
the breadth of his soul.

We hope to have Dmitry as a guest soon on English Speaking Russian Talk Radio I-NETRADIO.COM

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