Give me a day of wind and sun at beaches bright and clear where silence goes in litter grass. At sea, on Österlens valleys. Give me one night when time stands still then the thrush and nightingale speak when distress and then lust, then love becomes. In groves, in Österlens valleys. Give me the moment, yes, give me the time then a hundred larks and swallows fly my soul to heavens peace. At Moab by Österlens valleys. (Translation after Google)
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