The princess lived on a high mountain,
And over the tower smoked transparent clouds dreams.
The Dark Knight in heavy chain mail whispering about love at the dawn,
In those hours, when the Rhine played its banks.
Above the green moats flowed, pinkish, Spring.
Prohibitive waiting in the blue remote features.
And love called - did not give away from the window,
Do not look to the point of no return, break away from the bright dreams.
"Lift this rose", - I whispered - and the wind carried
Silence departing Lat, breathless response.
"Find a bush blooming roses in a blue morning sky", –
he whispered, and flashed, and took off, and she flew vosled.
And behind a cloud swam and sang flickering darkness,
And in the pursuit of love forgotten, forgotten his shield.
And she, elated, He flew from the paternal prison -
Air flight path princess strives his.
Already in the rapids fog, and convene herds horns,
And treasured haze extended raincoats and cross swords,
And sad evening silence reflects water,
And over the forest faded rays.
It never ceases away rulers struggle,
Grandparents feuds over land expanse.
But different fates: here - mechtane servant,
There - Air Love Hops.
And flew air cover to the call
Forever and ever… ABOUT, Love! You stricter Destiny!
The imperative of the ancient fathers of the laws!
Military pipes sweeter sound!
3 June 1905
