Fields are green and broad.
Wind is getting loud,
Covering the road
With the dusty clouds.
Now you can hear
Terrifying noise –
Storm is coming here,
Lifting up its voice.
Brave and daring youngster,
Who is rather proud...
He will find the answer
And the best way out!
Even to the thunder –
He will never listen,
Walking down just under
Clouds with no reason.
Well, his fate is heavy,
But he doesn’t care.
He is loved by beauty
And she is his fair!