Michael The Knight
You go nowhere; you did not come from anywhere;
Your steed has no fodder; you have not bought any wine.
There is no twilight with love; there is no cool dawn;
Knight Michael, where is your steed riding to?
You have had your schools in three countries;
Wherever you went you were admired.
Servants and kings were bowing repeatedly before you;
The girls went secretly into your bed.
A knife is pressed against your back;
The enemy wants blood;
An angel was floating above you, the poison cup is spilt.
It’s your turn, knight Michael, take to the roads;
Though the time is not favourable for a lonely knight.