Anatoly:   No man, no madness--   Though their sad   Power may prevail--   Can possess, conquer,   My country's heart.   They rise to fail.   She is eternal--   Long before   Nations' lines were drawn.   When no flags flew,   When no armies stood--   My land was born.      And you ask me   Why I love her   Through wars,   Death and despair--   She is the constant,   We who don't care.   And you wonder   Will I leave her--   But how?   I cross over borders,   But I'm still there now.      How could I leave her?   Where would I start?   Let man's petty nations   Tear themselves apart.   My land's only borders   Lie around my heart.