a song-paraphrase on the poem by Mikhail Svetlov
"We rode at a walk,
We raced in battles
And the "Apple"-song
Kept in the teeth.
Ah, this song
Until now, keeps
The grass young -
Valley malachite.
But a different song
About the distant land
Carried my friend
With him in the saddle.
He sang, looking around
His native land:
"Greenland, Greenland,
My Greenland!"
He repeated this song
By heart...
Where did the boy get
His Greenland sadness?
Answer me, Copenhagen,
And answer me, Herning:
How long have you been singing
In Greenlandic?
He hesitates to answer,
The dreamer of Europe:
"Brother! GrenaLada
I found in the book.
A beautiful name,
High honor -
GrenaLanda volost
Denmark has!
He left the house,
He went to fight,
To the land in GrenaLada
USA not to give.
Farewell, dear!
Farewell, family!
"GrenaLada, GrenaLada,
GrenaLada mine!"
GrenaLada - Greenland
A song for Trump - GrenLada...
© Copyright: Владимир Павлов Великие Луки, 2026
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