In the next year,

We’ll sit on the terrace

And count migrating birds.

 

Kids on vacation

will play tag

Between the house and the fields.

 

You will see, you will see

How good it will be

Next year.

 

Red grapes

will ripen till the evening

And be served chilled to the table,

And languid winds,

will carry to the crossroads

old newspapers and a cloud.

 

You will see, you will see

How good it will be

In the next the next year.

 

Next year,

We will spread out our hands

Towards the radiant light.

A white heron

Like a light will spread her wings

And within them the sun will rise.

 

You will see, you will see

How good it will be

In the next the next year.