Rotger Valdez

Ketskhen is an eternally young, not discouraged creature. Ketskhen is the embodiment of freedom and dreams. Ketskhen is a dance on the edge. Ketskhen is a living, forever in love heart.

There lived an admiral on the north sea,
From the breed of cheerful and bold.
From spring to winter, everything in the seas disappeared,
He returned at dusk white.
I looked after me from my window,
I caught a light glance in passing ...
Only the mountain witches loved him
The way mortals cannot love.
The admiral gave pearls to the mountain witches,
And danced with them in a haze,
But they did not know that in the gray banks
Pearls are cheaper than a smile!
The admiral left without saying anything,
And dancing in the nightfall of stars
Mountain witches hotly caressed him -
He laughed with sadness in his eyes.
And when the admiral went to war,
And the ship said goodbye to the pier
Mountain witches, crying, prayed to the moon,
To illuminate the road for him.
And the enemies spoke sadly and evil:
"What the hell! Is he bewitched, or what ?! "...
Just mountain witches kept it
From trouble, from sorrow and pain.
I waited, I waited on my native shore -
The heart was beating by the shot bird.
Alas, I cannot become a mountain witch -
It remains only to bow to them,
So that insidious death does not lurk among the waves,
So that your eyes do not get tired of looking into the distance -
Mountain witches, henceforth take care of it
From water, from lead and from steel!