The Song4
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The village of Europa,
The setting sun makes the smoke curl.
The shepherd is playing the flute,
The sound of the flute reverberated in the mountains.
The children in the ridge stopped playing,
Turn around and find his checkered skirt,
Coffee and brown, swaying in the west wind.

His beard was as silver as snow,
There was no desolation on his face.
He ended the performance with a long sound,
Look in the direction of the children.

"Hello, lovely children.
As good as I was when I was young,
Come closer if you like,
I will let you know the story. "

He took the water bag from his waist,
It is dotted with stars like the night sky.
The children surrounded him,
He put on his felt hat,
Sitting on the stone, the story begins.

"I used to be a child,
Looking forward to poetry and distance.
One day I went into the woods,
Running blindly,
I lost my way. "

"Looking at the color of the sunset,
Only endless desolation remains inside.
When I think of my parents' missing and sorrow,
Tears fell on the ground unconsciously. "

"There was a rustling sound in the woods,
I was in a panic,
But there is nothing to resist,
He just came here with a holy light. "

"He held out a hand to me,
'What's the matter with you, lost lamb?
Get away from the gloomy shadow of the tree,
If you trust me, follow my light '. "

"I looked helplessly at his holy face,
Handsome, like the afterglow of a meteor.
He held out a hand to me,
I held him, the warmth dispelled the cold.
He led me to the depths of the jungle,
No pain, no sorrow. "

"The glade in the forest is already ablaze with lights,
Holy souls come from all directions,
They are playing the music of praise in unison,
Like a clear spring, it stirs my heart. "

"Some of them float past me,
With the fragrance of whisky.
They clinked their glasses happily,
Joy hovers above the stars. "

"They noticed my presence,
A man patted me on the shoulder.
'Where does this young friend come from?'
'I came from the nearby town of miraculous,
Forgive me for being lost here. '"

"They greeted me with smiles,
A fat figure greeted me,
'God bless you, dear child,
I've been to that town,
Thanks for your help.
If you want, take my water bag with you,
He will give you the sweet smell of dew in the forest. '"

"My guide smiled and pushed me,
'Go ahead and take your gift',
I took the water bag,
Splendor scattering starlight. "

"I listened to their laughter and singing,
And the white frost of the moonlit night,
My heart melts,
Into them,
That seems untouchable,
A happy paradise without scruples.
Fireflies sing and dance with the accompaniment,
Autumn insects indulge in the shadow of trees.
There is no helplessness and melancholy here,
There is only their praise and singing. "

"My guide suddenly sounded uneasily,
'You stayed a little too long.
The family must be in a hurry,
You have to leave quickly,
Otherwise, everything will be false. '"

"He took me away,
Walking through the cool stream,
I saw the village at the foot of the mountain,
When he turned around, he had already disappeared. "

"I walked down the hill,
People cast amazing eyes.
'Where on earth have you been?' They asked,
'Seven years have passed, but you haven't changed.' "

"Did you find that place?"
The children listening to the story asked him.
He smiled and drank the water in his pocket.

"It is no longer necessary to look for that place,
It will stay in my heart forever.
You should go home, too,
Look there, the sun is about to take its shine away. "

The children then dispersed, and he looked in the direction of the mountains.
The deep sound of bagpipes came from afar,
It reflected the expectation in his eyes.

No one knows where he will end up,
I don't know if it is the direction of the mountains.
His experience was sung by us,
The name of a bard is forgotten.

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