花楸树像抹了口红的女孩。

A rowan like a lipsticked girl.

在小路和大道之间

Between the by-road and the main road

桤木林远远地站在

Alder trees at a wet and dripping distance

湿漉漉的灯心草丛中。

Stand off among the rushes.

懂得方言的开在泥中的花朵

There are the mud-flowers of dialect

辨音精准的完美蜡菊

And the immortelles of perfect pitch

那一刻，鸟鸣接近了一切音乐中

And that moment when the bird sings very close

最真实的生活。

To the music of what happens.