Sara in the Versailles Monastery

Pigeons above the roof are twisted by a pair,
The monastic garden falls asleep.
Dreamed a little Sarah
At sunset.

He flew to the window, he caught the rays with his hand,
As the blade of grass is tender,
And he does not know what he is cooking
Her destiny.

All was frozen in a silent dream,
From thinking the cheeks of the pinkies,
Curly curls of golden mane
To the eyebrows.

On the lips a smile wanders rarely,
A little bit of a chain bracelet rings, -
All the child is like a figurine
Long time ago.

These eyes are blue!
A sharp sound dispelled the singing of the spell:
That call of the pupils calls
In the dormitory.

Raises the girl from the window,
Like a pen, a nun sister.
A kind voice whispers: "Sarah-baby,
Time to sleep!"

The village is sun in a slow fire,
The sickle of the moon crept from behind the clouds,
And all night long legends whispers to Sarah
Moonlight.

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.