Down to the stone fence, where nettles and rubbish powder of woodstack is, there goes the sparrow, deeper and away from sunshine and the cat.
The sparrow`s wing is broken, she cannot fly.
Tweet, tweet- the skylarks are high in the air. The swallows chirp and fly like arrows, white-throated and glossy black as they are, up and down, back and forth, they disappear to the sky and then come out again, the sun pours out it`s heavenly light and the evening`s glow-
Tweet, skylarks, swallows, sun, sky and air:
Does your heart also long for freedom, you outcasted sparrow with a broken wing, down, under the stone fence?
Does that little heart inside your grey coat know what desire is?Juhan Liiv
(translated by c:)