LITHUANIA
You are small, you easily holds the palm of Ciurlionis, you are our slice of bread and butter on the table of the world, apparecchiata festively. Microscopic point on the globe, steel plate on the armor of Grünwald, residual Pirciupiai in the heat of the blood, crystal drop of a lake blue, green dawn of a fallow field, rain ray of sunshine on the town square. You are a grain of amber on the globe, with the scent of pine and gleam of blood. By our love, take your strength, in our hands you’re invincible, tusei a fairytale in our dreams, you are the land of the sun in our eyes.
(Janina Degutyté)