I saw birds today high up, beneath the cloud Oh, how I would like to soar together with them To fly high, far away toward my native shores to fall upon the earth with my heart to make it tears of longing.
The weeping willow on my path tells, in a plaintive voice, its fate, my fate, my fate, human destinies.
there is such a word in the world that smells of hay and meadow flowers tastes of honey and spring water I see it in the sun, the forest and the river I long for this word so much and it – is very far away.