Streams of rain on a spring night
Hammer the water of the lake in the gloaming
And, having entered, lend strength to grass just born
And render the fate of new grass so fragrant
The horizon was almost a watercolor
Yes for a moment the rain may have left this world
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Why are the birds flying
On the other side of the sky
My autumn melancholy
Do not give it to another
You will need it, bring it with you
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I have imagined I stepped into the river of ancient men
And taking them by the hand brought them back
Always I am thinking of my own homeland
Always I am living in yours
