Quietly she rests her head in my bosom
And hums her favorite song sleepily
While I struggle with the ridiculous life.
'Let my tiny cuckoo flies so high
And I watch your acrobats from our cheerful nest.
Today I cooked in a different style
And the dinner is ready on the table with a bottle of Red wine.
Please do not forget the way back my darling
And why so late
Have you been to a strange nest accidentally.'
*[ How sad a Woman lives her entire life in doubts? In her vocabulary she has two fundamental questions.Why so late and why too early? ']
nimal dunuhinga
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