Knight, what's bothering you?
Wandering alone in frustration?
The reeds in the lake have withered,
No birds sing!
Knight, what bothers you,
So haggard and sad?
The squirrel's nest is full of food,
The crops also went into the barn.
Your forehead is as white as a lily.
Dewdrops with fever are hanging,
Your cheeks are like roses,
Is rapidly disappearing. I met him on the lawn.
A witch, as beautiful as a fairy.
She is light and has long hair, but her eyes
The wild light shines.
I knitted her a corolla,
Fragrant belts and bracelets,
She breathed softly,
As if you really love me.
I took her on a good horse.
She turned her face to me.
I don't care about anything all day,
Listen to her witch song.
She brought delicious grass roots,
Wild honey, nectar and fairy fruit,
She used a strange sentence,
Said she really loved me.
She took me to her cave,
It's tears It's a lament.
I kissed there four times.
Her wild eyes.
I was fascinated by her and fell asleep.
Ah, I had a terrible nightmare.
I saw the king and the prince.
Also in the witch's cave.
And countless knights,
As white as a skeleton;
They shouted: heartless witch
You're in prison!
In the dark, they pouted
Openness indicates disaster;
I woke up and saw myself.
Lying on this cold hillside.
So, I'll stay here,
Wandering alone in frustration;
Although the reeds in the lake have withered
No birds sing.
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