Siberia

Mighty, vast Siberian land!
Taiga, plains, mountains stand.
For thousands of miles, wide and long,
Endless, rich expanses strong.

So many rivers full and grand,
Flowing through the plains, across the land.
And there are places still unseen,
Where no man's foot has ever been.

Gold and copper, diamonds bright,
Riches hidden deep from sight.
Iron, oil, gas, and coal,
The Siberian depths have it all

Simple folk live here and toil,
Providing wealth from native soil.
They smelt the steel, they mine the coal,
They know the worth of work and soul.

They fear not winter’s icy chill,
No storm or frost can break their will.
Their heart is open and has peace,
Siberia gives birth to folk like these.

In Siberian land I was born and raised,
I’ve loved my homeland all my days.
But fate has led me far away,
In a distant land I now stay.

Perhaps someone will ask me why,
"Why did you leave your home?" they’ll sigh.
Though far from Siberia I roam,
But in my heart, it’s still my home.

September, 2024

poetic translation from the Russian version of the poem "Siberia"