Russia I Miss You

By George Baring

 

I think back to my life in Moscow,

In my mind I see sparkling snow.

I can smell the cold air,

And the frost in my hair,

And it all feels like so long ago.

 

I think back to our wooden Dacha*,

And my breakfast of delicious Plyshka*.

I can smell the fumes of the old Zhiguli*.

Oh, Russia I miss you truly, truly.

But now, I love South Africa.

 

 

• Dacha - Wooden house in the countryside
• Plyushka - Delicious doughy bread covered in sugar
• Zhiguli - small Russian car (the police often drove them)