Légende [English translation]

There is, in the lands,

The castle of the "four-winds"

And the very beautiful legend

for the young and the old ones...

The rumours says that, when midnight rings,

One hears in the corridors,

The sound of the steps resounding

And sobs in the dark.

I wanted to know the cause

Of all those restless deads

One told me stories,

That scared me ("made my back get cold")...

From the moment midnight has rung,

The wood starts to creack

The wind sobs outside

The dogs yell to death.

Then, among all those noises,

A complaint rises, rises...

A complaint which tells the followinf love story:

It was a while

since the two lovers loved each other

Living only for him

Breathing only for her,

Here, in this same bed.

Oh God, was she beautiful...

But one did not want me.

I was no king's son.

One did everything to take me away from her.

Never could i see my daring again.

At the end of a beautiful day,

She died from love.

God never allowed

To eliminate her life away.

She died for me.

Me, i died for her.

It wasn't needed, it was'nt needed.

It is pointless that i call.

Every night, i hear her cry,

Lonely in her eternity.

Christine, Christine... i love you,

Christine, Christine... i love you,

But she doesn't hear me

And i cannot see her.

Christine!... Christine!... Christine!!!

And the unreal disapears.

Is it a dream, or reality?

Here, my legend ends...