On the tower of Chindia*
It hangs serenely,
From the sky and from the stars
The bears come.
In the white room?,
With flowers lit?,
The follower of Vod?
Get yourself now fate?.
Lanking on the rays of the rising sun
and scrutinizing with the whimpering thought of the baby,
Four bear cubs go since the morning??
To the baby Vl?du?.
One of them, with lily eyes,
How many? with gentleness to the little prince.
and breaks two stars? among the passions:
Love of country, fear of nothing!
Another, quieter?, with black eyes,
Sees wars and fire over time,
Blood, sons and nations under his sword.
The third digs in mind and bone
Book of stories and put them in the basket?
Face with beauty and wisdom,
Fierce? right to do? in the world.
The last kiss?, the wisest?,
St? And look, he's silent-scared?
does he know that? from now on, live?? if he had it,
The prince will decide his own fate!
Why just give it? at a hundred? for years,
An eagle with sharp eyes is born.
What is the fierceness among the cruel enemies
and who is the father? for all of you.

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