A silver ribbon winds through sleeping hills, Where cold stars dance on liquid, flowing light. No voice disturbs the peace the night instills, Save lonely oars that break the calm just right. A fisherman’s lamp flickers far from shore, His gentle song echoes where willows weep. This scene has stayed unchanged since days of yore, While generations lie in endless sleep. The moon still shines on waters deep and clear, As timeless dreams dissolve in misty air. The night holds all it loves forever...

A silver ribbon winds through sleeping hills, Where cold stars dance on liquid, flowing light. No voice disturbs the peace the night instills, Save lonely oars that break the calm just right. A fisherman’s lamp flickers far from shore, His gentle song echoes where willows weep. This scene has stayed unchanged since days of yore, While generations lie in endless sleep. The moon still shines on waters deep and clear, As timeless dreams dissolve in misty air. The night holds all it loves forever...