23.05.2021
A white birch tree
A white birch tree washes its curly hair,A maple wakes up awash with dew.
A singer nightingale sings its song,
The bright sun rises up in the sky.
The clouds are like flowers in the sky,
I am facing an utter unbounded beauty.
This beauty inspirits me,
And a cheerful song is born in my heart.
A white birch tree washes its curly hair,
A maple wakes up awash with dew.
How beautiful is my homeland ‒
And this beauty lives in my heart.