Ghost of the Princess

A branch whispers with a dark branch,
Under the feet lies the grass,
Somewhere an owl is crying ...
Give me your hand, shy baby!

I'm with you, your knight and friend,
You're quietly trembling for some reason.
Do not break your hands,
And wrap them warmer with a cloak.

Many wanderings he saw and thicket,
It is from the bullets of enemy holes.
You wrap yourself in a cloak:
Here the fogs are creeping cheeses,

Here you'll burn in the marsh fire!
Defenseless hands breaking,
You reminded me
That princess from a distant May,

Tu, beloved too long ago,
Whose mouth, like rubies were burning ...
Before me the window
And the head is in the captivity of the necklaces.

I could not hold my tender eye,
I embraced and broke away cruelly ...
How could I, how dare I
Destroy this rose of the East!

A branch whispers with a dark branch,
Nebosklon pre-dawn gray.
Give me your hand quickly
At parting, shy baby!

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.