Miles and miles away,

Smiles and flights today,

All walking the same way.

From North, from South, from East, from West,

Black and white and blonde and red.

Eyes that look you up and down

While clouds are getting brown.

Take the bus number nine,

I know, you’ll be fine.

And then roads and trees and stops.

Roads and

Trees and

Stops.

All around is green.

It’s something I’ve never seen.

A name becomes reality.

It’s the world of possibility.

Me, you and thousands more,

It’s something I adore.

Love at first glance,

It’s a great chance

To stay here

Where the winter is white

And the silence is gold.

Stunning blend of old and new in Tartu.

Myth and legend.

Spirits and traditions.

Wooden houses look so tall.

All is beauty. All is deep. All is wise.

A voice rises.

The river says:

“We are freinds

until the end.”

Remo Graminga (TÜ vahetusüliõpilane)