CHILDREN
IN THE FAIRYTALE VILLAGE
The village,
such a kid,
tumbles down again
in the spring
and laughs and sings
with the golden mornings,
with the living springs,
and with the clinking of the children.
Here it is, dancing
dressed like a young man;
with dreamy eyes
the flute he's playing.
In the evening,
when we look
out the window,
the village,
like an old man,
sneaks to tell a story
to make us sleep.
The village
is a happy county,
a wonderful spot,
a shining fairytale
and we love it a lot!
Pristavu Adrian Emanuel, clasa a II-a
