In the spring outside the village

And in the spring outside the village
Behind a large stream
There, on the hill, periwinkle
It blooms with a blue wreath.

Like in the sea, in a blue flower,
Forgetting the white world,
I will fall on my back,
I will lie down until lunch.

The smell of grass, the singing of birds,
Somewhere there... a din of children,
And there are white clouds in the sky,
Like a flock of pigeons.

Native to the earth, my mother,
How not to love you?!
I hear your grace with my heart,
The soul asks to sing.

12.09.2008