In the morning the wind blew.
The sun rose in the clouds.
The willow spread its branches.
Copper sounds in the bells.
And looks at the sun
The river has a steep pier.
The chimes became louder,
Even the wind was silent.
From cloud-like gaps
Bright splashed sun ray,
I looked like I was dressed up
The river is fast at kruch.
And sing, sing habitually,
Along the sounds in the domes.
The waves beat unusually,
Settling in the banks.
Cross yourself passer-by
Under the Church chime,
It's like hearing the voice of God
To the tune of Bon, Bon, Bon…
Bell ringing
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