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The scent of the sun? What nonsense!
No, it's not nonsense.
The sun holds sounds and dreams,
Fragrances and flowers,
All merged into a harmonious chorus,
All woven into a single pattern.

The sun smells of herbs,
Fresh meadows,
Awakened spring,
And resinous pine.

With its gently light-woven,
Intoxicating lilies of the valley,
That triumphantly bloomed
In the sharp scent of the earth.

The sun shines with sounds,
With green leaves,
It breathes with the spring song of birds,
It breathes with the laughter of young faces.

So tell all the blind:
Here it is!
You will not see the gates of paradise,
The sun has a fragrance,
Sweetly audible only to us,
Visible to birds and flowers!