The artist Hans Zatska and nine divine nymphs
The artist Hans Zatska and nine divine nymphs
Are playing at night in the nature,
In their souls burns light of serenity,
With the moon they hold conversation.
Their movements are magic, their dances are plain,
A girl in the boat sees flickers.
Eternal virginity inside her says,
And womanhood fondles the tissues.
Nymphs dance for the girl on the water that's flat -
Is she starry-eyed airy-fairy?
But everything breathes with music around,
We feel that it sounds through the ages.
The Art is so gorgeous, in soul it comes,
Immersing forever in looming.
I want there again - to that cinema love,
Reality ruins the movie.
Are playing at night in the nature,
In their souls burns light of serenity,
With the moon they hold conversation.
Their movements are magic, their dances are plain,
A girl in the boat sees flickers.
Eternal virginity inside her says,
And womanhood fondles the tissues.
Nymphs dance for the girl on the water that's flat -
Is she starry-eyed airy-fairy?
But everything breathes with music around,
We feel that it sounds through the ages.
The Art is so gorgeous, in soul it comes,
Immersing forever in looming.
I want there again - to that cinema love,
Reality ruins the movie.
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