The Red-tile Roof
In South Bohemia
Extending south, ever further
There appears a red-tile roof, bright flaky roofline
The blue Danube flows silently
Through the continent, through the time
Easy to reach the stretch of land
Just exert a bit of yourself
But it is more than taking a midnight flight
To enter into the passage of civilization
Bohemia flutters in imagination
Crystals glittering with sunshine
A typical mind, avant-garde or romantic
With banks from left to right
Overlook the Gothic church to the west
Far to the south, reach
The palaces of Hellas, Rome and Renaissance
The flaky red-tile roofline, bright in the sunshine
Encircled with streams beyond the forests,
A beam of Bohemian light, piercing the night
Moistens the ordinary life