How I love your open spaces

How I love your open spaces
My country, my land
Fields and mountains dear to me
You are my love and tenderness.

Winter has wrapped it up carefully
Snow white land and houses,
And from this snowy whiteness
It’s not so far until spring.

And in the spring ... Oh, the rapture of the light,
Where lovers don't sleep until dawn
Everything blooms around, fragrant
And he only dreams of happiness.

Well, summer is the land of magical dreams,
Where cold and frost are not powerful.
Everything grows and the sun is filled
And then autumn begins.

Autumn is a fertile time
Where are the fruits of our labor.
And when it ends
Again, nature meets a winter.

This is such a cycle of nature
All the years go by this way.
Children grow up, parents grow old,
So life continues in the earthly abode.