A cuckoo bird breaks the silence
Of the wintry morning.
Although all the people are sleeping,
She appeals us,
With her happy note,
To awaken from the wintry bed.
And how to begin a day’s work.
She hides her face
With a veil of darkness.
But she unveils her face
In the wintry night.
She sings
To give the odor
And perfection of the wintry dawn.
Let’s praise
For the eternal bird.
Let’s sing
For her divine voice,
Who breaks the silence
Of the wintry morning.
And welcomes the day with her divine singing.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
A cuckoo bird breaks the silence
Of the wintry morning.
Although all the people are sleeping,
She appeals us,
With her happy note,
To awaken from the wintry bed.
And how to begin a day’s work.
She hides her face
With a veil of darkness.
But she unveils her face
In the wintry night.
She sings
To give the odor
And perfection of the wintry dawn.
Let’s praise
For the eternal bird.
Let’s sing
For her divine voice,
Who breaks the silence
Of the wintry morning.
And welcomes the day with her divine singing.
