*** O my golden knight, who are you waiting for In the autumn? Who’s dreams you see, for whom will you raise Your hol...

воскресенье, 15 октября 2006

07:10

Foruvie

летописец " Hunting words I sit all night."

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O my golden knight, who are you waiting for
In the autumn?
Who’s dreams you see, for whom will you raise
Your holy cup?
Have they said – this is a witch,
The venom is in her speeches
And her voise is steel,
And her soul is dark.
Not by wine – by blood in the cup of gold
Splashes my life, o my autumn lord.
In the secret land where sky is black
And the silver grass is dancing with death –
I am standing over the misty lake
Waiting for you.

What is my love for you,
Love of the witch, my knight?
What if my soul were a fire of hell,
And yours – а reflection of sky,
A song of the western wind?

Over the northern sea, over the grey rocks
On the ancient island sleeps your queen.
With a black threads – with a golden locks
I will spin your life, o my autumn lord.

I will wait for you over the lake of mist,
In the secret land where the sky is cold,
Wait for you, my knight and my lord.

@темы: Нирнил, Ноябрь, В рифму