A flock of bullfinches sat down,
Feathers of orange silk
Like borrowed from dawn.
Far from festive summer,
What stays on the gentle seas,
But Shine us his greetings
Suns-birdie on the branches.
A flock of bullfinches sat down,
Feathers of orange silk
Like borrowed from dawn.
Far from festive summer,
What stays on the gentle seas,
But Shine us his greetings
Suns-birdie on the branches.