Senas Miestas, Tubingen

Breath of the Moon  above the cloudy streams,
We are in town of magic dreams,
A path of water as a silver string,
Starts silently for us to sing.

Night lamps give light to quiet sleepy streets,
The church in light of dawn the morning greets,
And as a cloud quickly leaves the sight
All that I throw away in leaving night.
In a little restaurant we drink the wine
Where swims and shines a wonderful moonlight
And the Old town in brilliance of the light
Drinks pale shine of the Moon – The balm of night.


Tuebingen


I"m coming back to my forgotten world
From radiant romantic fairy land,
From terrible nightmares, I had got,
From depths of libraries , from riddles to understand.

I close the ancient volumes read so far,
And walk along the river by the snow:
I’ll see you soon my beautiful Nekkar,
I won"t forget your wonderful nightglow.

I won"t forget the towers overhead,
Plane trees and scarlet carpet of the roofs,
And Schwarzwald mounts, cold, serene and sad,
The crystal air which consoles and soothes.

And so I stay alone on the bridge,
The same as was in long-forgotten dreams
And my sapphire drinks moonlight to bewitch
And whispers something in this magic gleam