Mafia 54. This is where caravans are robbed!

A sprig of jasmine.

1. A large jasmine sprig climbed into my window.
I read about it in books, but that was a long time ago.
In the morning, I'll get up, look sleepily,
Take the white sprig, even though I planted it myself.

Chorus 1. For a city dweller, not taking a step out of the house,
It's strange to be so close to the fields, to the forests,
To the good thunderstorms, to the skies.

To be so close, and the eyes
To be so close, and the eyes
To know exactly and in detail, it's simply unbelievable…

2. A large jasmine sprig leans over the table.
If you look from below, this sprig is right in the blue sky.
In it, like in a song over the river, there is so much peace and tranquility.

Chorus 2. And my human fate: to live, fighting, loving, and suffering,
Hearing sorrow, seeing joy, living, being proud, and hating.

To live on a harsh planet,
To sail from one storm to another,
To be a gray-haired boy all my life.

White sprig, thank you for the moments of respite.

Interlude.

Chorus 2.

White sprig, thank you for the moments of respite.