Ksey_Gan

The jail.

For trying some sort I was called to the court,

Bringing there all my pledges and reasons.

But because of my age they objected my pledge.

Finally I was sentenced to prison.

 

At the in nightmarish jail in a tiny dark cell

Every evening I dream, how soon to be free.

But at last I am free, I unfortunately see:

It was better to live in the jail.