One night I was rambling, embraced by December,
And blizzard was blowing so strong,
Like Winter was gambling with Death in ice chamber,
And trolling funereal song.
I had no fear - my mind wasn't clear,
An anguish came over my soul;
But suddenly glared some lights - and I stared
In there, and heard lovely song -
Delightful and sweet, lovely song.
A voice was singing like Chrismas bell's ringing -
The wonderful tune of life,
And white lights were glancing like fairies were dancing
In circle of magical drive.
So, I trode there, forgetting nightmare,
And heart of mine beat like a gong;
I was so anxious to dive into ventures,
Revealing the nature of song -
The wonderful, glorious song.
Thence, led by the fate, I came to the glade
(But that was no fate but doom),
And there I espied the mystical sight,
Enlighted by emerald moon.
Ten graceful young maiden were dancing in layer
Of snow (I felt - my grief's gone),
They had golden dresses, their smiles like caresses
Attracted me as their song,
Their tender, magnificient song.
They sang:"Hail, handsome! Do Thou like dancing?
We wish You to have fun with us;
But, look at the shade in center of glade -
That circle You shall not trespass".
And, then I replied:"Oh, beautiful light!
I walked, so upset and forlorn;
You cured my cancer, and I shall be dancing
With You! Carry on with Your song,
Your charming, affectionate song".
We spinned in the waltz, in whirlwing of souls,
Embraced by the darkness of night;
Delighted with dames, I fell in love flames,
Forgetting for what I abide.
And, crossing the glade, I stepped like on blade -
In shade...and heard fairy's moan,
Instantly the sky turned to red - maiden cried,
Their tune changed to sorrowful song -
Oppressive and sorrowful song.
Malicious force of some devil's curse
Devoured and captured my mind,
I danced like demented (perhaps it looked splendid),
By that devil's madness entwined.
The fairies stood near, and their crystal tears
Were gushing - the evil had won;
Their faces were pale, but, loud as gale,
The voices were wailing a song -
The mournful, grieveous song...
That night winds were rambling, embraced by the December,
And blizzard was blowing so strong,
Like Winter was gambling with Death in ice chamber,
And trolling funereal song.
There was no fear, my mind was so clear -
I had no more precious soul;
My corpse lied on glade, and darkness'es shade
Was howling an omnious song -
It was my funereal song...