The little one chose the garden as its friend
And together they wilted into the fall
They both fell asleep as the sun went down
And slept under the same blanket's white peace
Again is the garden awake, but left
By the one who sleeps deep in darkness' night
"Where are you?"
Whisper all the voices of the air
And the whole garden calls for its sister
At thе window pane wild wine grapes peek in
"Comе out from behind the wardrobe, my little friend"
"You are hiding
Tell us where you are
What kind of new summer clothes do you have?"