… When the Night is coming With cold rustle of rain The time of beauty Dream will come again … And somewhere in the Forest Thought by me, Glimmering small fire will flash, you see!
- In Forest Shadows will melt my sigh … - Mysterious light! - And with the wind I hear the breath of Night - An Emerald …
Small fire of splendid hopes Is flitting in the Forest tops And by tender moth in drops A golden pollen
… From Blackthorn to the Stars …
"Who am I? Why am I here? This Dream is foetus of my Fantasy" … Awake and glimmer in the Night [In darkness of the Night] Revive, splendid in me!
- The small fire glimmer in my self … - As Forest Elf! - And Dreams are troubling my Flame of Heart - My Darkness Art!
… The children's tears, Forgotten in lost Dreams, Will melt somewhere In the colden dusk of Night, In wetness of grey Fog And having turned into Emeralds Will flare up by stars at the Darkness …
… From Blackthorn to the Stars …
Tell me about the depths of the Wood Covered by shroud of Darkness, Where in the midnight silence Glimmering sparks will wake up …
- And in my eyes the colden ice … - And hot the Flame! - I hear the music of the Rain again … - Again!
And this Music, as in tears And quiet Echo of winds And the madness And children's rememberances Are spreading my transparent wings!
… Somewhere near A river was making a noise, The Emerald Shore was seen Behind the trees …