Blue cornflowers on the edge of a path
And fields roll away like the ocean
reveal to me cuckoo* reveal to me true
how much of my freedom is left to me?
And what of the combat with forces of dark,
And shall there be joy in my lifetime? -
I am ask you cuckoo please tell me, please tell....
But why are you still silent? -Elena Sannikova
*There is a Russian tradition that when you hear
the cuckoo calling you as it 'How many years do I have?'
and you count the number of calls.
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