19:11 31-03-2004
Pour some more wine, my crown-bearing brother,
Look – the full moon is rising;
In the goblet the moisture of heady silver is splashing,
One swig – and its time for us
To whirl away along the Road of Dream…
Along the Road of Dream – spur the horse; the grass here flashed with steel,
With blood – crimson color on the blade.
This is for you and me – two blades for those who become
Apparitions of the wind for ever.
Let us charge our glasses again – we have time until morning,
And ahead we have such a long road;
You’re my immortal brother, and I’m your sister,
And the wind is fresh, and the night is dark,
While we have chosen our path – Road of Dream…
Along the Road of Dream – gentle jingle of the horseshoes, the mist has covered shoulders like a cloak
Rime on the brow became a crown.
With the spike of rain, with the shadow of clouds – we became so lightweight
As a feather in a falcon’s wing.
Let us charge our glasses again, my young king,
Spirited fate destined for us;
Not happiness, not love, no compassion and no pain –
Only moon, only snowstorm,
While the Road of Dream is whirling ahead…
Along the Road of Dream – past the world of men, why should we care about Adam and Eve?
Why should we care how the earth lives?
Only at no time, my brother enchanter, you will not find a queen for yourself,
While I will not find a king…
And to forget that my blood here is colder, that ice,
Let us charge our glasses again.
Look – at the bottom there’s a farewell star shimmering;
I will drain my goblet…
And with light heart…
Along the Road of Dream.
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