It doesn’t matter if it’s hot,
By train I’m going to my station,
Don’t know I’m sleeping or I’m not,
But I imagine the situation.
I’m going along the street at night,
I wash myself with freshly river,
Its banks are long and out of sight,
And waters are the sort of silver.
The wind is touching me so kind,
The dawn of day is in a hurry,
The air I breathe wakes clear mind,
But all this tends to make me worry.
And there I see a steppe and clouds,
Which go smoothly in the sky,
Like they are wearing snowy blouse,
I can’t take eyes from their fly.
The path is leading to nowhere,
I look around it’s only one,
It can be here and anywhere,
The prize I have already won.
I see white castle far away,
Its dome is shining at the top,
It turns to me and all the day
It makes the people dance and stop.
And there lives the Happy Prince,
There are a lot of birds and beasts,
From early morning till eclipse
The songs are heard and that’s the feast.
Aeolian’s Harp sounds in his honour
And softly moves elastic strings,
It’s standing in a quiet corner,
It seems it’s flying with its wings.
The Eagle looks with mighty pride
On Prince’s castle and with power
Flies to the snake with quickly glide
And comes the first to see the tower.
…My train was going there for long
And left the time behind itself,
It can not feel and go along,
And I'll consider by myself.
And let the rays remember me
Through colours of forgotten shadow,
And let the rays remember me
Through drops of tears in silent window.
4th of March in 2007