By Simon & his Chechen friend- Adam
Conceived and written in Debak, today this blessed day of spring... 17th of April 2000, and dedicated to Grozny.
Who knows what it feels
to be away...
far away from home?
To leave behind
the cradle of his dreams?
Who knows better than I-
the grief of drinking tears?
I love Grozny...
my home-
my beloved home.
Now so far from Her,
I so miss Her...
like crazy;
Like the desert misses the rain.
Grozny...my beloved Grozny!
Now only a dream...
in the empty world of poignant nights.
But someday not so far from now;
so near that I can feel,
I will again
Walk Her breast-
Her sumptuous breast
that today bleeds
from the scavenger's greed.
But I promise O! Grozny
to walk your breast
a last time
to bid a farewell!
This is my voice,
My prayer...
this is my dream...
from the land of exile!
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