"The spring will come", Lord said her last, "your soul and heart as briar white flowers becomes" .
Petals will fly so high and fast but berries comes right to your palms.
Your songs will start taste tart,
Sweet vine's taste people joyful makes at once.
Who don't believe in fairy tail will see themselves in song as well.
Play song of the old legend my minstrel.
Let hear us your strings of your ancient harp singing.
13.12.2018