Indeed, beyond the hills…

Indeed, it is easier to hear music beyond the hills than in a noisy city where concerts are held every night.

Take some god-forsaken place in Lithuania – a desolate plain with little hills rising here and there, a squattin juniper tree, a teetering old chapel with picture of the suffering Jesus above the altar and birch trees nestling around, their branches weeping down the ground. All around, as far as the eye can see, streches a land bordered by a greenpine trees, beneath a cover of stillness and gray sky. From far away, beyond the hills, comes a song: Oh forest, forest, you forest green…

Translated from Lithuanian by Olimpija Armalytė