By Ria
Submitted by peregrine falcon
Date: 2013 May 01
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This can't be translated to English:

Koltrasten sjunger
i mörka morgontimmen.
Tonen av dess ljuva flöjt
stiger och sjunker.
Så och mitt sinne.

This one I wrote in the early 1980-thies (in English):

I'm a blackbird,
singing in the morning.
I take my broken wings,
and learn to fly again.

OH! Several mornings The Blackbird has sung
at the top of the tree of the yard of the house,
where I live. OH, The tone!

But I miss The Nightinegale...