Grammo jebon

For a long time I did not walk along the village path.

I don't see rows of trees, crop fields across the horizon.

Find yourself in the middle of that green today.

I can't get lost in thought.

I can't see the smiling face of the farmer today.

Simple rural life is no longer seen.

In the afternoon Rodela does not play in the field with friends.

Will I find myself in that golden environment again?