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Oh, if it were in the month of lilacs!...
In September the lilacs bloom;
the garden is populated
of hyacinths, daffodils and lilies
and the rosebush begins to open its roses.
In September the flowers
it rains thousand to thousand;
the orange tree is dressed in orange blossoms
and tender shoots are born in the jasmine.
In September the traveling birds
return to the country
and the air is filled with trills
and everything in September invites to live.
I too am a traveling bird;
I was born into the world
in the month when the lilacs open
and the lilies exhale a subtle perfume.
by Vicenta Castro Cambon
Brumby Park Conservatory, Ungnyo (217, 147, 65) - Moderado
Oh, if it were in the month of lilacs!...
In September the lilacs bloom;
the garden is populated
of hyacinths, daffodils and lilies
and the rosebush begins to open its roses.
In September the flowers
it rains thousand to thousand;
the orange tree is dressed in orange blossoms
and tender shoots are born in the jasmine.
In September the traveling birds
return to the country
and the air is filled with trills
and everything in September invites to live.
I too am a traveling bird;
I was born into the world
in the month when the lilacs open
and the lilies exhale a subtle perfume.
by Vicenta Castro Cambon
Brumby Park Conservatory, Ungnyo (217, 147, 65) - Moderado