@aida12 23 June 2020

Song of the Wind

I The song of Nature And People's song - That's all I can say for them: There is a moment of joy, always celebrating, There is a moment that compares to heaven, to day, And sometimes, oh, sometimes, sad, sadness! II I am singing this bird The hills are: When he was passing through the woods and the fields Peacefully bathed in dusk, Comfort of the vines, Comfort of the leaves Singing a song that wipes me out weekly ... III The crackle and the tick Of leaves and shrubs, When the birds are in a daze and the vines fall asleep If the moon is brilliant and the night is cold - That's my song too ... in the dream! IV I play with children In hindsight, it was empty. As they play happily and happily, There is a temptation that has no sense, no sense. Their upbeat and upbeat tone Rumors of my song are a treasure of this land. V I'm "Ay!" of the maiden In love orphaned. The throbbing of his breast nest of suffering, His heart was poisoned with hope, And his piping in the middle of solitude, Those are the tangy bits of my lyre ... VI I'm a beggar of poverty Destined by destiny. Their history is in tears, Their fortune-telling, And the cries of their hearts are crying The noises of my weakened voice! VII I prayed all night Of the unfortunate prisoner. Inside the prison of the light, I am the loneliness of death every hour… If in his heart is the hope of escape, I was the one who whispered: "Wait and there is OPEN!" VIII The song of Nature And People's song - That's all I can say for them: There is a moment of joy, always celebrating, There is a moment that compares, is sad, is dark, And sometimes, oh, sometimes, sad, sadness!