Will the victim pay
Or the executioner?
I'm leaving, I'm sure that
I'll feel nostalgic about it
Your Majesty, at court there's
An insatiable pride
I'm leaving tonight
You'll feel nostalgic about it
And now who knows
How many times you'll change the impression
You have about me...
Our fairytale will cry
After that good fertility perfume,
The soul can be healed
By going away from one another, yet without hurting each other!
And so the places change and they get lost
Here I am asking for romantic gestures,
Your Majesty, at Court there's an indomitable pride,
I'm leaving, I'm sure you'll feel nostalgic about it,
And now who knows how many castles will crumble down.
Our fairytale will cry,
After that good fertility perfume,
The soul can be healed
By going away from one another,
Yet without hurting each other
WITHOUT HURTING ONE ANOTHER!