From the valleys into the vastness
Ruggedly formed mountain heights
Palely shrouded by tides
Boldly growing veils of mist

Densely woven from essences
Evening heavy summer scents
Catches with its light wreaths
Soft mist rainy air

Dances the young briskly laughing
Follows the girl's light footsteps
That gray king watching
With barely audible, soft strides

Draws the cloak of pale light
In which leaves are entangled
Proudly behind him
To sing his song distorted:

"I am formed in a way
That fades like thе breeze
That dies like rain softly
And fadеs like roses too."

But as the winds blow
Blue rain dances last
Roses go after the light
The mist will never abate
Will climb mountain wall
Rest in the moss, the old
To lay over the land
Restless his coat's folds