There Chirps A Swallow (translation and poem)
There chirps a swallow in the birch tree grove woodland: 'Kir-ri-li--ki--vivi!' There sounds so beauteous spring morning hour extant: 'Kir-ri-li--ki--vivi!' It answers in flirting And turns with spread wing: 'Kir-ri-li--ki--vivi!' And the bird exalts its creator for all life, 'Kir-ri-li--ki--vivi!'... Sign in to see full entry.