On Seashore far a Green Oak Towers Song

By the Luko Morie edge, a verdant oak stands tall,
A golden chain adorns its ancient form.
Day and night, a feline scholar, wise and tall,
Treads the chain's circumference, a tireless swarm.

To the right, he sings a melody so sweet,
To the left, a tale unfolds, a wondrous feat.
Within its boughs, a Goblin roams unseen,
A mermaid whispers secrets, soft and keen.

Uncharted paths conceal unseen beasts' tread,
A hut on chiken legs, a curious shed.
A forest whispers, visions fill the air,
And waves crash on a shore, devoid of care.

Thirty knights emerge from waters clear,
Their uncle of the sea, a phantom dear.
A prince enchants a fearsome king, his power ablaze,
A sorcerer's flight through clouds and misty haze.

A princess in her dungeon, held in woe,
A wolf companion, loyal and true.
Baba Yaga's stupa, on its fateful quest,
Tsar Kashchey languishes, his wealth possessed.

The Russian spirit lingers, rich and bold,
I've tasted honey by that oak, stories untold.
Beneath its shade, the learned cat's tales I heard,
Of bygone days, a tapestry of every word.

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You can listen to the song 'On seashore far a green oak towers' composed to the lyrics of my translation into English 'By the Luko Morie edge' ('У Лукоморья Дуб зелёный':
https://disk.yandex.ru/d/cYadX4x6W30kTQ