The night dies sweetly when the sun awakes

and my heart, with joy, happily is singing
It makes no sound and quetly I'm hearing
The beautiful song that a nightingale makes.
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For so big hills, long rivers and deep lakes
I saw the swans with their long necks swimming
And I continued my way, with you, walking
And seeing the trees that the strong wind shakes.
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You gave me to drink your cup of wine.
Your cursed cup that imprisoned a sunshine
The most beautiful sunshine we've ever seen!
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All these hills belong to me until that side
Day, night, sun, birds, forests, lakes, they're all mine
And if I am their Lord, you will be my Queen!