Гранули [Hranuly] [English translation]

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Indians came together in a dance

Early morning the winter came to an end

Roundelay - it's when we in a circle dance

In this case- I'm an Indian

Everything interests me, everything bothers me

If to keep one's ear open, I can hear a bit

I have a sense of smell, I guess

I'm returning to the forest on chicken legs

I'm interested, if bonfire add to your believe within?

Does it keeps you warm in winter the bear skin?

What did they were afraid off, what they were waiting for?

What did they expected, what they are pretended to be?

How is it? To live near wigwam?

What are your daddy hunting, what meals are cooking your mum?

My brain is in a state of prostration

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We were melting like ice granules

And drops of winter were melting too

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The bears woke up in their lairs

Spring has come. It lifted the siege

So, I look at the sky with bear eyes

What are those spots floating by?

I'm interested in everything: what, where, when and how?

How does it taste, my bear paw?

The picture is sluggish, I'm loosing connection

Is it so, or not so. it's only my imagination

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Look, the birds are returning home

How do they know, that exactly here is the road

And how do they overcome their winter sadness?

Do they understand, that looking down is God's business?

If you're in the air, who are you trying to be?

And how do you know, that you possess this strength?

What else to dream, when your wings are spread

What are you feeling? what are you feeling?

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There where the snow was-black water in the shape of your feet.

If only it could talk, your footprint,

I would have time to ask, what will happen to us

In those, who were before everyone else

The spring is waiting for a sign to begin it's chores

But why wait, what are we waiting for?

My brain is in a state of prostration

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