wheat gold


I am well, pushing ears,
Here to go evening comes.
Wall standing golden wheat
On both sides of the track field.

All night singing in wheat quails:
That will be a good year,
More on that side of the river in the village
My love, my destiny lives.

Together with her in the same school attended,
Plow and sow went with it.
And since then, my dear Field
More expensive steel and relatives.

And at a time when on our side
In the distance the dawn of time standing,
Native Field says to me,
About the best in his life said.

And it's good I stay here
And, looking into the distance, to think, to be silent.
Noise, noise high wheat,
And it does not end in sight.