A Song For D.
By: Maria Dmitrieva

My prince of northland,
Don’t be afraid
Your ways and shadows
Will never fade.

There are your Khanty
In south end,
There are your reindeer
In northern land.

When ice is thick,
And the night is dark,
A bridge moans softly
And shines its arc,

And wine is cold,
But it warms your heart,
Like nothing ever
Did fall apart.

I hear you singing
There in the dark,
And trees are creaking
In our park.

Sing me to sleep
Or maybe to life,
Play me a tune
On your wooden fife,

And in my dream
I will see it all
And even more
That I could recall.

My prince of northland,
Don’t be afraid
Your ways and shadows
Will never fade.

The Arden forest
Stands in the snow,
The Vale of Garnath
Sleeps down below.