Then, at school, on the wall, a picture and the farmer plows the soil in it. In the background, the cypresses, Pale hot-wind’s sky. The farmer will make grow bread for us, So we will grow.
And the teacher says: “Soon it will be Autumn” On Homeland Lesson She shows us a sea squill. Now the first rain will come, Plenty of its drops, Like a transparent curtain over the valley, And its scattered fields.
So it was, tender simplicity, It was depicted in our childhood, that was beautiful.
An so, in our imagination, the wonders multiplicated. hammers made music Plows sang. There are vine-dressers and farmers, A land of shepards – So it was depicted in our childhood, that was beautiful.
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