| Where is my kingdom, where is my crown
|
| Where is my throne, where is the light
|
| Where my castle, where my armor
|
| Where my princess, where were you
|
| Everything is dark, where is my court
|
| Where is my battlement, where did my youth go
|
| Where my hope, where is my shield
|
| Where is my sword, where were you
|
| And if the wind that comes to you from other lands
|
| And your sea turns to sand
|
| and your desire restlessness
|
| Keep in mind that of pacifism I am the no to war
|
| And I even let them catch me
|
| If the one who sells me is you
|
| At least say goodbye, without rancor and without bullshit
|
| Neither your hair is of gold nor your comb of fine silver
|
| Where is the blindfold, you have me blind
|
| Where is the poison, that poisoned me
|
| Where is the door, so that an exile
|
| Don't be a martyrdom, "for" my heart
|
| And now I know that the wind sweeps away the promises
|
| And that beauty does not live inside you
|
| In some stories, partridges are eaten
|
| Don't get baptized, like a loser
|
| I have never feared storms
|
| Because after the storms
|
| The sun rises to everyone
|
| And now that you're worth me and you're not worth me
|
| And now that I'm your puppet
|
| Without a puppet theater
|
| at least say goodbye
|
| Go quickly don't be calm
|
| Make your few caresses
|
| abundance in my soul
|
| And if there is wind, they come to you from other lands
|
| And your sea turns to sand
|
| and your desire restlessness
|
| I am from pacifism the no to war
|
| And I even let them catch me
|
| If the ones you give me are you |