Poetry - Nikolay Rubtsov.
Music - Loglan.
Illustrations - Vincent Van Gogh.
THE STAR OF FIELDS
The star of fields in darkness so hazy,
Into polynia' s looking, stopping trip.
It's twelve already. Dream has come embracing
My native land by deepest sleepy grip...
The star of fields! In time of shocks and cold
I recollected it behind the hall.
It' s shining softly above autumn gold,
It' s shining over winter silver pall...
The star of fields! It shines without dying
For every worried dweller of the Earth.
Its greeting friendly beam is always touching
The rising towns to give them second birth.
But here in my land so cold and hazy
Its rise is getting brighter, more complete.
In this wide world I shall be happy, crazy
Until, by shining star, my fields are lit.
