… When the Night is coming
With cold rustle of rain
The time of beauty Dream will come again …
And somewhere in the Forest
Thought by me,
Glimmering small fire will flash, you see!
- In Forest Shadows will melt my sigh …
- Mysterious light!
- And with the wind I hear the breath of Night
- An Emerald …
Small fire of splendid hopes
Is flitting in the Forest tops
And by tender moth in drops
A golden pollen
… From Blackthorn to the Stars …
"Who am I? Why am I here?
This Dream is foetus of my Fantasy" …
Awake and glimmer in the Night
[In darkness of the Night]
Revive, splendid in me!
- The small fire glimmer in my self …
- As Forest Elf!
- And Dreams are troubling my Flame of Heart
- My Darkness Art!
… The children's tears,
Forgotten in lost Dreams,
Will melt somewhere
In the colden dusk of Night,
In wetness of grey Fog
And having turned into Emeralds
Will flare up by stars at the Darkness …
… From Blackthorn to the Stars …
Tell me about the depths of the Wood
Covered by shroud of Darkness,
Where in the midnight silence
Glimmering sparks will wake up …
- And in my eyes the colden ice …
- And hot the Flame!
- I hear the music of the Rain again …
- Again!
And this Music, as in tears
And quiet Echo of winds
And the madness
And children's rememberances
Are spreading my transparent wings!
… Somewhere near
A river was making a noise,
The Emerald Shore was seen
Behind the trees …
