My music
There is one song in me
Who knows the taste of wandering knows her
I look for her in vain in the city,
Every bird will hum it in the forest
It is as much strong as it is weak
There is so much inside of me besides me
Nobody like this wind in the limbs
Many hearts, however, feel her
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I see her when I close my eyes
I hear her when the silence continues
Because this is my music
The quieter the quieter, the nicer my sound is
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It is not in poems, what on paper
Singing with spring for a hundred years
I look for her in trees, because I believe in leaves,
In an autumn forest full of colors
He is in the sound of the wave that kisses the shore
It flows down the mountains in an avalanche
She weaves threads of Babia's summer
It ripens in cereals among the fields
Chorus
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Carried by the wind, sung with the bird
The stars hold me to sleep
She is listening to the rhythm of your heart
He talks to me in the fields
And she lives with song, though so lame,
'Cause there are no notes, no words
But without her my soul is homeless,
So I have to search again and again
Chorus
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