The sun is a small child Sitting on a hill, Dreaming bright dreams, Playing with shadows.
The trees whisper softly, Their leaves fluttering like birds, So gentle, so carefree Under the wandering sky.
- Daniil Kharms
The sun is a small child Sitting on a hill, Dreaming bright dreams, Playing with shadows.
The trees whisper softly, Their leaves fluttering like birds, So gentle, so carefree Under the wandering sky.