MY SAKHALIN, I LOVE YOU( английская версия) AND I MISS YOU...v6

[Intro] (Beat, bass, atmospheric keys; light sound of surf in the background) [Verse 1] Where the sky whispers with the sea on the wind, Mist settles on the rugged shores. I left my heart here — forever, understand — And you call me through the years and snows. Your weather may be harsh and stern, Winds strike right through — yet I am never afraid. Here is my native beauty, here my soul lives on, Sakhalin — my native home, my fate. [Chorus] Oh Sakhalin, I miss you all the time, The winds, the hills, the open fields. My heart is bound to you once and for all, Even though we're not together now. In every breath I hear your ocean waves, The surf sings softly, like a home. I confess my love to you — My island, my shore, my native home. [Verse 2] My children, wife, my family, friends are here, Their smiles shine even through the rain. Without them life is dull, believe me — Like a fire without a flame within. When the blizzard swirls above the hills again, I know — this too is part of your love. Harsh, honest, true — impossible to forget, It pulls me back, it calls me home. [Chorus] Oh Sakhalin, I miss you all the time, The winds, the hills, the open fields. My heart is bound to you once and for all, Even though we're not together now. In every breath I hear your ocean waves, The surf sings softly, like a home. I confess my love to you — My island, my shore, my native home. [Verse 3] The nature here is alive, wild, native, As if the Earth itself gave you to me. And I will walk these trails again and again, Let the wind strike my face — I'm ready for any weather. Where my loved ones are — there's life's whole meaning, There's strength and peace no money can buy. Oh Sakhalin — not just a dot upon the world map — You live within my blood, my anchor, my peace. [Chorus] Oh Sakhalin, I miss you all the time, The winds, the hills, the open fields. My heart is bound to you once and for all, Even though we're not together now. In every breath I hear your ocean waves, The surf sings softly, like a home. I confess my love to you — My island, my shore, my native home. [Instrumental] (Guitar solo and strings; beat fades to the background) [Outro] My Sakhalin… My home… To you always, I return… (I return…) … (My native…) …