Here paws of fir branches are trembling in air Bird voices are anxiously quaking You dwell in a forest enchanted and wild From whence there is no escaping Let wind dry cherry blossoms like clothes on a line While the rainfall of lilacs is spraying I will still get you out, away from this place To the palace where reed pipes are playing Your wonderlandís hidden for thousands of years From me and the light of the day This forest enchanted by sorcerersí spell From whence you cannot get away Let there be no dew in the morning on leaves Let the overcast sky with moon quarrel I will still get you out, away from this place To light mansion where sea views unfurl At what hour of day, on which day of week Youíll cautiously toward me come out Iíll carry you out of this place in my arms To whence youíll be never discovered I will steal you away if the theft suits your heart Was all effort Iíve squandered forsaken? Please accept at least piece of a heaven in shack If the mansion and palace are taken...
© Masha Braslavsky. Translation, 2013