Terror in Swan Lake
Wavy hands on the sky,
Whirling skirts, a throng of swans
As white as snow while weeping appears
And the most glorious one,
Odette, with the golden crown
On her head gapes the swans.
The lyre and violin start moaning
And the swans with their broken hearts
Start dancing -Their hope of finding love
Flashes from their rainy eyes.
Out of the blue, the prince comes,
Embraces the shaky Odette
And the music is harmonized to their dance,
Cheerful faces, staring at each other
Like nothing can separate them
And the ground slips under their feet
As if they want to fly..
Suddenly it gets cold and dark, the lake freezes over,
The lovers and their companies are imprisoned,
A man in black, armed to the teeth,
With nothing but death in his eyes,
From nowhere, shoots the beloved swan
Red feathers all over the ground,
The bloody, broken lake drowns all the swans
And the fragmented lyre no more plays. Never..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem... good luck
thank you