Endless azure-colored oceans,
Flowing rivers that are full of love of yours.
I’ll remember forever:
You loved flowers the most.
Lands that are to be discovered,
Maps of sunken ships that can’t be saved –
That is all that I’ll grant you
On a stone by your grave.
I was giving you roses;
Roses came from the nightmarish dreams.
Dreams have soaked in smoke odors,
And arsenic steeped in.
Even angry street mongrels
Did not dare to bark out loud at night,
When I read you my stories
Full of witches and fright.
Sing, sing together with me
[This] scary old story I Will Be with Thee.
You, I always remain
On this yellow photo with a black frame.
In my hands there’s a saber
In my teeth there’s a blade
We are boarding a vessel,
We are off on our way.
So long, my angel!
Skies are striped, in greyish colors,
Just like cloudless, glassy eyes of yours.
I will close them forever,
I will tighten all knots.
These are pretty silky ribbons,
And this beard made from plush and wool.
Everything will be instant,
You will perish for good.
Sleep, darling, Eloisa, my dear,
And I will relentlessly guard your sweet dreams.
You, me, it’s time for a nap.
[The] lights in the house are already gone out.
I will sing you my lyrics
Of a true sad romance,
Of a queen that lost hearing,
Of a blinded old king.
Sleep, my angel.