In the rotation

The world as an open plan
fly to an end whooper swan.
Then position the wings of
a bird's proud of that.
Here, grasslands, forests, fields of green
wind rings.
I feel very sad,
when the birds in autumn
leaving to fly to the south.
Winter comes, I miss them so,
I go alone in the summer dreams.
Spring joy it brings to my chest,
when they return back
wings with strong supporting.

So to return again to me
flocks of birds in the summer.
I agree with myself to sing,
Spring chorus kicked off.
Here again is the bird's song is playing,
I do not feel sad for a moment.
Spring it comes to life.