I sang about gods and sang about heroes
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About the sound of blades and bloody battles;
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As long as my falcon was with me,
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For me, his screams were replaced by prayers.
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But it's been a year since he flew away -
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He was carried away by a witching blizzard,
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A dear friend was kidnapped by a blizzard,
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Coming from distant lands.
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And since then I'm not myself,
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And the seagulls are crying, crying in the sky;
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In the fog, my eyes will distinguish
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Only eyes the color of gentian.
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Ah, I wish I could see through the eyes of a falcon,
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And in the air I would be on the wings of a falcon,
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In that foreign falconry country,
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Yes, not in a dream, but somewhere around.
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Be my soul bird
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Give the wind in the wings for a while,
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Every night I dream of flying
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Cold fjords, mile after mile.
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Silk - your sleeves, princess,
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Mountains are embroidered with white heather,
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I know that I have never been there
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And if he was, then to himself on the mountain.
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I would like to remember what happened
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Not with you and not with me
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I'm tossing about like a dead leaf
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And there is no rest for my soul.
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You pay for the song with the full moon
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How others pay in hard currency.
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In a distant land sheltered in winter, you are more beautiful than spring.
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You are more beautiful than spring, you are more beautiful than spring and drunker than summer.
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Wake up queen
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Put on your plumage
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Let's fly with you in bad weather -
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The ice of your wrists is thin.
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Silk - your sleeves, princess,
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Clear gold - embroidered feathers
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I laugh and take to the sky
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I don't believe in myself either.
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Come closer to me
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Let me touch the plumage
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Every night I see mountains
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I lose my sight every morning.
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Silk - your sleeves, princess,
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A clear month - the sky is embroidered,
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Take me away, north wind,
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In those regions where pain and fiction.
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How it hurts to know that everything happened
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Not with you and not with me
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Time hasn't stopped
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To look out the carved window.
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About you, my joy, I dreamed at night,
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But you are dressed in a cloak of sorrow,
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Of course, I'll sing goodbye,
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But I will leave your house
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But I will leave your house, but I will leave your house
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I am with a ray of dawn.
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Somewhere your dreams roam, princess,
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How far is the ancient herbs from spring?
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It remains only to repeat -
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A couple of words, what a little:
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"Wake up princess
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Put on your plumage.
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I don't know what happened
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Not with you and not with me.
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Your mercy hurts
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Like an arrow over a string.
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You cry - for the song of the moon,
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How others pay with a coin,
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I would give anything to be with you
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But maybe you...
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But maybe you, but maybe you
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And in the world there is no
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Queen." |