The Red-tile Roof
In South Bohemia
Beyond the forest of 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
A river produces a city
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
Further evolving the free hearts of Bobos