The Curse

Someday afternoon - the hunting-horn starts the run:

With enormous zeal - the prince hold on his gun

He shoots everything - what moves in front of his eyes

But in the wind - he hears a magic voice:

And I'll try to take the blame from your child

But you got to know

My curse will be there wherever you'll hide !

But he ignores - the voice: which has warned;

Rushing on he recognised - a glimmer in the dawn.

Carelessly he shoot on it - and frightened by a scream ...