There’s a cherry tree in her garden —
a cherry tree, not a ghost —
although at night the flowers look grey.

Everywhere there’s the grayness of dying moths —
So many dying moths — Where did they come from?

You’ll see some beautiful houses
in the village nearby — you’ll see roses
the colour of champagne —
and dark red bricks covered with ivy —

We live in a time of war.
Still, there’s a cherry tree in her garden —
pink, pink — in full blossom —

We live in a world
of knives and nightingales —

You’ll find good people wherever you go.
You’ll find evil all over the world.

Let me know if you have any news —