Ildikó T. Fiser: When I was little
When I was little,
I did not understand,
why you had to be born
for my little brother....
When I was little,
I did not understand,
why you had to be born
for my little brother....
The clasps are like tiny stars
in the sky, winking merrily at me,
shine with a silvery light in the dark,
their soft putty-clacking in the night like a dream-bell
The dry earth longed for water, it cried to the Cloud, Give me lukewarm rain..
I'd like a cloud cushion if I shake it,
Instead of feathers on the trees,
Sparkling water droplets sit,
They fall asleep.
It was a beautiful spring morning. The sun was shining brighter and brighter in the crystal clear sky, its rays slowly illuminating every corner of the garden.
The little stream is sad,
because its water does not increase.
Its bed and shore are thirsty,
Young Fire did not understand,
why should it be his loss,
if you are with the Water, hand in hand,
On a beautiful sunny morning, two little elves, Panka and Peter, went for a walk in this beautiful meadow. The bright green leaves of the trees and the colourful, fragrant flowers were all waving at them. Bee, the tiny bee,
Over the hill, over the meadow,
at the edge of the forest, at the end of the village,
small house with a spacious yard,
there life of the three puppies.
Away from the city noise,
Berci, Benedek and Bátor.
It was a glorious summer morning. The sun was shining warmly through the green canopy of the forest. From the trees came the melodious chirping of forest birds. Beautiful butterflies floated around the tiny, brightly coloured flowers.
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