The Slav princess:
Winter walks like the Slav princess,
Wrapping air in a niveous shawl.
My disturbance is hard to suppress,
Like a tempest whooshes my soul.
To the past my memories flow,
Time is swiveling like a blizzard:
Through the bridges covered with snow
Walks that princess, with age not withered.
Pearl is shimmering on her wrists,
Casting light on the vast universe,
In an avalanche love is released
With the music, in passion immersed…
Like the golden dome is the dawn.
Nights are melting, the dripping snow
Resonates with the vernal song,
Filled with dreams that glister and glow.