Swallows

Swallows are
birds of spring,
black and white
with red bib.

When they come
we can know
summer’s near.
Oh, swallow.

Time of love
bears on wings,
swallow flies
and she sings:

„Over seas
and oceans,
land of dreams,

there it is.“

R:

They are flying.
They are flying.
Far away.
More far away.

Far away,
more far away,
than you can go,
than people can go.

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At autumn
the luck losts.
It’s taken
by swallows.

They leave us,
sun won’t rise,
and go far
with all nice.

Swallow’s gone
as the last
to her throne
over seas.

But her song
I still hear.
Will she come
the next year?

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