Rosenfell

Ah, beautiful Rosenfell,
The grove of roses
Where peace whistles
In tranquil winds.

Your black and red,
Pink and white walls
Of aesthetic fury
Effaces all hatred.

Ah, Rosenfell,
How I long for
Your velvety caress,
Awaiting your serenity.

The murmuring winds
Of peace and love,
Of promises unbroken
And forever binding.

Rosenfell,
My sweet utopia
Of beauty, undaunted
By Autumn's calling.

I await the Spring,
My beloved Rosenfell,
So I shall not mourn
Until I see the burning sun.