Izabela

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Hawthorn fruit in my hands
Sorry for tearing a huge heart
I will kiss thy temples
Sleep forever knight

Wake up for a moment
We will go into our woods
Our love blossomed anew
In spite of time fulfilled

Days past sadness envelops
Mist over the forest into the unknown flow
Our inevitable destiny passes
Life was not common to us

Now you sleep with me, dear
Wake up for a moment
We will go into our woods
Hearts will be in grave

I bet the ring with jasper
Wraps his arms from the cold
Our escape from the grave
covered with ice

Love all the ice melts
Hawthorn blossom anew wonderful
Connects our souls for eternity
The shroud of white flowers of the forest

The poem is written by me to the music Song of Isolde
Polen (Rep.)
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