The Sound of Spring

The cranes return to their homeland, You scratched my soul with your wings. In my chest, you open closed mouth, A long-aching wound of longing. Like oars, your wings quickly beat, Above me, the cranes fly, a silent fleet. They wave their wings, calling me with kind, Begging not to linger, not to be left behind. The sound still lingers in my ears, It pulls out the longing deep cheers. Welcoming another spring’s call, My eyes fill with tears, cleansed by it all. Winter has disappeared from the land, Again spring comes, with its birds so grand. To return home, what a blissful fate! Even if flying day and night, without a break. Suddenly, your wings don’t turn back, Get to your lakes, my dears, don’t lack. I’ll visit you too, my homeland behind, If God wills, every spring, I’ll be aligned!