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The field extends like a wavy cloth
And a dark blue border has merged with the sky,
And in the sky there is a transparent gold shield.
A bright sun shines on it;
As in the sea,
the wind walks the fields
and wears the hills of white mist,
and boldly cracks in the golden rye.
life seems brighter ahead of me,
When in his wide and powerful chest
She, like a baby, admits to me
And he pours some of his strength into my soul.