I am looking forward to Tuesday when I won’t be as busy I’ve been last three weeks. Again yesterday I passed out very, very early. But on the flip-side, woke up early to first summer day and biked to our allotment garden where a black bird has claimed our apple tree as its own:
“на даче целый день поёт чёрный дрозд”
“At our cabin a black bird sang all day”
“Mökillämme mustarastas lauloi koko päivän”
We know “дрозд” and “чёрный” already but nice words here nevertheless