(Tamás Cseh - Géza Bereményi)
It is already evening, it is evening,
All the birds are painted,
Even their nests are painted nests.
It is already evening, it is evening,< br/>Even the sky is painted. />I look with my painted eyes
and with a painted mind
I have well-painted thoughts.
Behind me are apple trees,
I am the youth:
An atmospheric part of a landscape.
He has painted me well
Someone has already pinged gardens,
Cities behind me, well lo.
I am cheerful in a landscape,
I am a sweet greeting,
Being painted, what else could I do:
Well, I'm a young man of the seventies
I'm not going to be
anyway, just laugh.
Satisfied.
Painted.