amidst lush green fields,
free, carefree flowing streams
lies a dusty dream...
where vast expanses of blue
house numerous little homes
for man and beast;
where, harmony is feast!
Here young lads whisper,
'The well is lucky'
'it's always surrounded by beauties.'
Sitting on doorsteps
old men and women
reflect on the past,
a melancholic tone
in their voices,
a glow in their eyes
as they perceive
the past and the future
in the soul of culture.
My home - the village.
My love - true and simple rural nature.
