Shrewsbury forest is strewn at random among the rugged rocks.
A place leaning towards the center of the lake,
There is an island with lush vegetation.
A winged heron woke up.
Dormouse,
There, we hid,
A fantasy vat full of berries,
And stolen cherries, shining red.
Let's go, mortal children!
Holding hands with an elf,
To the wilderness and rivers,
The world is crying too much, you don't understand.
There, the silver wave of moonlight is faint,
Put a lamp on the dark gravel.
In the farthest place,
We stomped all night,
Interwoven with ancient dance shadows,
Exchange hands and eyes;
Finally, even the moon disappeared,
We jump back and forth,
Chasing bubbles;
The world is full of troubles,
Even in my sleep, I am so anxious.
Let's go, mortal children!
Holding hands with an elf,
To the wilderness and rivers,
The world is crying too much, you don't understand.
There, the winding water flows from
Rushing down Granka Mountain,
Flowing into small puddles in reeds,
Even stars can't swim here,
We look for sleeping trout,
Whispering in their ears,
Give them an uneasy dream.
In those young streams
Tears were dripping on a piece of fern,
Tilt forward slightly,
Let's go, mortal children!
Holding hands with an elf,
To the wilderness and rivers,
The world is crying too much, you don't understand.
A child with serious eyes.
Is walking with us;
He will never hear the calf again.
Sobbing on the warm hillside,
Or the sound of a kettle on the hob.
Sing peace to his chest,
Or look at the brown mouse.
Jumping around the cereal box.
Because here he comes, earthly child,
Holding hands with an elf,
To the wilderness and rivers,
The world is crying too much, and he doesn't understand.