Sleepy Little Birds
by Mihai Eminescu (1850-1889)
Sleepy little birds of a feather
To their nests they flock together,
And in tiny branches hide.
While the forest is quiet
Only the water springs sigh.
Flowers sleep on the land.
You go to sleep.
The swan flies over the pond,
So in the reeds can take a nap.
May the angels be close to you!
Above the charmed night’s scene
Rises the glowing moon.
Everywhere is dream and quiet.
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