W Poroninie

At a small station, in the village of Poronin
Where the train stopped with a screech of the tracks
Father got off the train, and after him
His son jumped out onto the platform with a grin
They hit the road, walking cheerfully
Crossed the bridge to the other side
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 was a man who walked the earth
To whom the world owes a new era
You know who I’m talking about?
I know, it’s Lenin
Did he live here?
Did he dream here?
Right on this land, here in Poronin
He hid from the Tsar's police

Then they fell silent and in deep thought
With great focus, they walked on
Down the same path that Lenin
Might have walked back in those days