I love them, I hear them,
just as I hear the sound of the wind,
the babbling of the fountain
or the bleating of a lamb.

Just as the birds do, so they too,
the moment there appears in the sky
the first gleam of dawn,
greet it with their echoes.

And in their tones, that linger
over the plains and hills,
there is something candid,
peaceful and endearing.

Should they become forever mute,
what sadness in the air and sky!
what silence in the churches!
what wonder among the dead!