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