The hills are strewn with land and rye is growing;
It is studded with trees, and the moose lives.
Understand me and be happy.
I am your life, do not blame me.
The clock is beating - the heart is beating,
They are in a hurry and it’s not easier for me.
I live here, write poetry,
And the mind is, for how long?
What power in the darkness of the night
And you are a guest here with a living soul.
Fire flies to my land
Try the fairies messenger throne!
How many stars, and where they came from,
Who lives there and is happy?
The candle is here, and I’m scolded.
The candle is here, and I’m scolded.
What is in the sky, we don’t know,
Take a look at yourself, there is a lot of darkness.
When I sleep, I see a dream.
And then I get up ... and where is he?
Find him, I vowed.
And here I am looking, but where is the use?
And there is a book, I read,
The news has come, the darkness around us.
And Kaunas is sometimes beautiful,
But at this hour I am sleeping, and he?