'Neath the endless hateful sky
Stands a maiden, hair as coal...
There's a heaven in her eye,
There's an abyss in her soul...
She's the kind that can't exist
In this evil, gloomy night,
Nor her home is ancient mist,
But the place where stars are bright...
Yet she's here at her own will,
Full of sorrow, full of grief...
Not afraid but cold and still,
Waiting death so sound and brief...
What is wrong with this young elf
Why her heart is firmly shut?
Why she wants to hurt herself?
Does she know, or... does she not?...
Countless questions - no reply.
Who knows what is going on...
One is certain - she will die
Broken-hearted and alone...
Autor: Dario Hajrić
