"Mists smelling of gunpowder cover the future and my country. Here too, the bark of the birch tree is white, and butterflies accompany the lily of the valley. And yet: with all the flower bells, scents, colors, lights and sounds, the old forest draws you to it.
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Author
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English
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Mists smelling of gunpowder cover the future and my country. Here too, the bark of the birch tree is white, and butterflies accompany the lily of the valley. And yet: with all the flower bells, scents, colors, lights and sounds, the old forest draws you to it.
"Hungarian
"Lőpor-szagú ködök lepik a jövendőt és a hazámat. Fehér itt is a nyírfa kérge, pillangó jár a gyöngyvirághoz. S mégis: minden virágharanggal, illattal, színnel, fénnyel, hanggal a régi erdő húz magához."