Two Colors - Viter

When I was young and up to in the spring

To travel into world by novel pathways

My mother had embroidered cloth for me

With red and black threads in a pattern

I roamed about the world and I was lost

But always I came back to native threshold

Have intertwined as mother’s needlework

My roads of sadness and my happy pathways

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Two colors of my life — they are with me

Imprinted on the cloth and living in my soul

Two colors of my life — I used to know:

Black color is grief, Red color is love

And now I’m touched with grey and tired a bit

And there is nothing valuable to carry home

Except the bundle of the olden cloth

With all my life that was embroidered on it

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