W Poroninie

At a small station in the village of Poronin
Where the train stopped with a screech of the tracks
A father got off the car, and after him
His son jumped out onto the platform
They stepped onto the road, walking cheerfully
Crossed the bridge to the other side
The father paused, looked at his son
Thought for a moment and then said to him
Here on this land, long ago
In my young, childhood days
There walked a man in the world
To whom the world owes a new era
Do you know who I’m talking about?
I know about Lenin
Did he live here?
Did he dream here?
Yes, on this land, here in Poronin
He hid from the Tsar's gendarmes
Then they fell silent, lost in thought
In deep concentration, they walked on
The same path that Lenin
Maybe walked in those days
Then they fell silent, lost in thought
In deep concentration, they walked on
The same path that Lenin
Maybe walked in those days