Day of Eino Leino, Poetry and Summer

When we depart (by Eino Leino, translated by Pentti M. Rautaharju)

Whenever I remember you, the nightingales are singing in the twilight of my evening.
Whenever you remember me, the redstarts have their summer-fest, they sit on my head to rest.
Each others we remember; two lovely ones in summer in company of the summer flower.

By the way, do you know what this thing on the old wall is? I don't.


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