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I close my eyes and I’m thinking of my village.
Aha, at the top, at the peak, they seem like hillocks
Like carpet, spread adorable highlands
Aha, I see, the valleys among mountains
I close my eyes, and I see, hear, feel my village.
The brooks flow downward like braids.
Look, streams form waterfalls and ponds.
The forest is filled with lush trees, pines, acers.
Aha, chestnuts appear, alders, oak too.
I close my eyes and I see, hear, feel my village.
I sat down at somewhere, bushes behind me, leaves on the ground, soft and spread like a bed.
All around is grass and greenery, the ground can’t be seen.
You can find whatever you wish here, everything is nearby.
I close my eyes and I see, hear, feel my village.
Look, the voices of stream are heard far away, plashing,
Aha, the brook is heard too, singing a song on its way.
Twigs are bending with the wind, the leaves are touched softly by the breeze.
As if everywhere is forming a melody for you.
I close my eyes, and I see, hear, feel my village.
How beautiful the sound of the chirping birds is.
The cuckoo is chirping too.
I suppose an eagle fly through the sky.
Down here, the chickens are cackling, cock is crowing, crow is cawing too, cat is meowing, dog is howling.
I close my eyes, and I see, hear, feel my village.
Around me is filled with flowers, with hino crimsons, hino crimsons.
Take if you want, eat sorrels, eat bilberries, gooseberries.
Eat cornelian cherries too, wood strawberries, sweet blackberries too.
Eat butcher’s brooms, beechmasts, rosehips.
I close my eyes, and I see, hear, feel my village.
Aha, walking up the stairs, a beautiful young lady I suppose,
The boys act crazily, laughing and sniping.
She doesn’t stop talking, she clamours and curses, all I understand from what she says is pretty breasts, beautiful hips, shaped legs.
I close my eyes, and I see, hear, feel my village.
E my oçena, my poor mother, my beloved, my dear, my hometown, my blood.
When I’m in your arms, I hold no fears.
Then, only then, is world more beautiful and sweeter.
And my whore, if only you knew, that I love none but you.
I closed my eyes, and I saw, heard, felt my village.
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