Only I know your languageThe sounds of the voice and the murmurings,You blossom and rejoice when you fall in loveThe voice, a score to express the joys...
Your language




Only I know your languageThe sounds of the voice and the murmurings,You blossom and rejoice when you fall in loveThe voice, a score to express the joys...
Truly small, with no feathers on your wings A sweet symphony your sounds, your chirping, But nature, my friend, gave you for life Such great dreams and flights...
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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