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Слушать(AI)Summer in the Mountains
Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;
A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head. Another translation:
Too lazy to shift my white feather fanI lie naked in the green woods.
Hanging my hat on a rock,
I bare my head to the breeze in the pines.
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