You were running when was a pouring rain,
And fell… you snow-white knee was in pain,
I saw you, Mette and kissed your knee…
For healing a wound of Cinderella’s knee.
The rain was pouring… extremely pouring,
I took you in my arms and went to a hut,
There was a fireplace in that forest hut,
Outdoors the rain was pouring and pouring.
And suddenly we heard a strong thunder,
A lightning was so loud of that thunder,
We joined hands and looked at each other,
I told you about Polesia and Earth Mother.
I was looking in your Danish blue eyes,
As a flower’s petal so tender your eyes,
Princess, Let’s fly together to the Moon,
You and me with birds… in noon.
Danish eyes
© Copyright: Александр Ковердун, 2017
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