One day
the women got as a present
brought from abroad
a music box, that
had a small flaw
but for her it was the perfect gift.
Slowly, after a blueprint
she could turn the key…
then a ballerina in a pink dress
was dancing for the Wizard of Oz
She was a real ballerina, too
secluded in an empty room,
but somehow at a closer look
she got to her senses and got upset
thinking that naturally she wished no longer
to dance and to sing
and to please other wizards!
There, among the grey things
she discovered the sense of life
In morning dew
she left and started anew;
she closed the door from outside,
that music box.
In her veins flew the sweet taste
of freedom, she followed a narrow path
full of traps and symphonies
guarded by all angels
She breathes the fresh morning air
on pagan fields in a new life…
English Translation by Zorin Diaconescu