Thumbelina

In a dress made of fine chintz cotton
 you were standing near the window.
 And before your mind pages of one score
 with the thunder of trumpets were twinkling.

 From the squalid, cold and gloomy slum,
 Where the bear is going around,
 You have come to the world very warm,
 ready to enchafe and calefy you.

 For the God's Angel Elizabeta
 You have left your Demoniatry.
 And like a Thumbelina in Walnut
 From a blind tyrant-mole you flee.

 Nibelungen were hurrying to cop you,
 When you jumped in the water to swim.
 Only with the Swallow in solar circle
 You were saved from their tears for the ring.

 You have dropped the ring to the Onego
 Like once Norns dropped to the solemn Rhine,
 And the water has swallowed forever
 All its stiffness of evil and ties.

 And now you are just like a kind fairy
 put the dreams to the pillows of kids.
 And the Ice kings became dumb forever,
 Evil demons defeated to thrills.

 The next morning a child will wake up -
 Topsy-turvydom is outdoors.
 And in his soul a song is vibrating
 And on this day for you are his songs!