Bohemian girl (2)
Wounded deer
O Wizard!
My mind is getting impatient
And I'm restless.
The melodious tune of your Devine flute
Drives me away from my physical world.
I can't decide
Whether to stay, walk or wave away.
O Magician!
Please ! Wait !! My heart is hopping like a mad pigeon.
Look ! Far away in the orchard
The Nightingale is singing for her eternal Love.
O Coldhearted !
Show your glimpse even once....
The morning star is fading....
And I'm waiting impatiently....and
My world is escaping behind.....
(next morning, People saw the unconcious body of a Bohemian girl lying under the vast and neat sky.)