In the Grass a Nightingale Sings
I woke up and the
Traces of snow have already been melted
By the warm rays of a childish sun
Who gained supremacy
In the fight with winter's cold
The arms of all trees
Creating a bridge
Almost touching the sky
Seemed to abandon his children
In a colorless lake
The road to you gets shorter
When the nightingale in the grass
Sings so beautifully
A song about resurrection
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