Is heard-in the night,whispers...and the waters-in the valley.
Walnut leaves rustling...is heard-in the night.
Is heard the murmur of Fairies,gathered-in haste,at edge of fountain.
Is heard-in the night,whispers...hitting the wing through the curtains of stars.
Is heard-in the night,as fell through whispers,like a tear from heaven eyelash,Desra-beautiful
with long hair braided-dark blue.
Beautiful Elves are ready...to open the Gate-of Heaven.
Lean fountain were hanging,the stones wet and cold
like rosary,at girdle nuns.
Is heard-in the night,whispers...for Fairies,restless,calling me
as if suddenly,
they would have fallen
a piece-of heaven-in shirt pockets...too much beauty,
are ready falling stars,with their thin fabric,spun with love from moonlight.
Is heard-in the night,whispers...whispers,
lost-in crystalline waves-of Spring.
Catching palms of Desra.
In my heart,like a veil echo.
Near Gate longing,tears.
Over Stone darkness,tears-of saints.
Is heard-in the night,whispers...shadow fountain leaned over my forehead,a sign-of luck...
they fell stars from the pockets of Fairies.
Is heard-in the night,whispers...and the waters-in the valley setting the path-of grass,
the place where will drink stags.
Is heard-in the night,whispers...for time,
hit with wing my forehead...dropping tear.
