Strange land, so high.
Don’t dread: let us fly!
Air space, icy tops
You gaze on pearl drops.
Trust in me and you’ll see
Wicked jeer of rough sea.
Waves will try as if swan
To reach the sky. But they return
With nothing…
Wonderful magic castle
As if it's drawn in pencil
So diffuse, building out of clouds.
Don’t refuse from audible sounds,
Listen to pretty voice
Maybe you’ll make your choice.
Tell me what you’re feeling now
At the thought of your vow
For no one…
Don’t leave there your charmed soul,
Don’t you dare to do it all!
Open your eyes, break illusions,
Don’t discuss and draw conclusions:
You’ll decide to stay in the sky
But you’ll find eternal lie
Understand so easy gist:
Strange land – it’s just sea mist
Fata morgana