Light pink sunrise,
Gentle dawn Yes dew fields.
Here I will be saved from adversity,
There is no brighter place.
And the brick-and-white house
With a cherry-red roof.
I'll sneak out early -
The sound of morning is audible.
Song of grasshoppers and birds,
To the horizon field.
Spikelet among the pages -
The memory of this will.
Light pink sunrises,
Field, gentle dawn.
Places of truth and freedom
Peace will light up the soul.
Two thousand nineteen