Once, there was a honey land,
with vermilion tile roofs,
where I was the queen and he was the king,
in a kingdom of love tales.
My magical castle in the air
used to shine transparently under the sun.
But there was a cruel storm
and the castle fell from the sky.
Through the sunlight I saw opening at my feet
an abyss, it was his heart.
Then I could see his true self,
and what I found out tore me apart.
My king was a stone monster,
his heart was made of stone.
He paid for my love with stones.
He broke my illusions with stones.
I was once so devoted and naive,
that I believed in this fairy tale
and I paid so much for my stupidity,
that I can't dare to dream anymore.
I don't want any more castles in the air,
nor kings who can hurt without mercy.
My king was a stone monster,
his heart was made of stone.
His love was always a lie.
Today, the castles are ruins.