Castle of the Moors Photographer

Sergey Z.

In the ancient castle, in the old castle
With a string of dreams
Night wanders on the sidelines,
Slumbering shadows roam.
In the ancient vaults of hollow echo,
In the ancient vaults of night sneaks,
For crying and laughing
There's always an answer.
Remember the arches of the old castle,
All lights illuminated,
And dancing couples,
Whisper gentle and in love.
And then it echoed
Continuous answers
Only the sound of merry laughter,
Only the sounds of the minuet.
Late at night after the ball
Dreams came,
In the old castle life was silent
And the same shadows roamed.
But then they seemed
Shadow of life, shadow of happiness,
And nodding and laughing,
And Dalek was an hour of bad weather.
But centuries and years passed,
But the sound of laughter fell silent
And forever fell asleep vaults,
And forever silent echo.
Those who once loved,
Those who once suffered,
Sleep peacefully, sleep in the grave,
Forgetting your sorrows.
In the ancient castle, in the old castle
With a string of dreams
Death roams the corridors,
Slumbering shadows roam.