Deep down in the snow
Spring grows still
Far away did the horse run from home
The epic began after the hero suicide on the top of the castle
Hanging himself with an elephants' nose
My sword is a silver one
Keeping me from presuming to gain all the gold in the world
I know
What in my hand must be mud
Or why am I so crazy about the night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem