Song Of The Princess

Túto som pôvodne plánovala obdariť textom, ale vzhľadom na môj hudobný antitalent tá mizerná melódia, na ktorú som si ju spievala, pravdepodobne ostane len v mojej hlave. Aj tak vlastne za nič nestála. Text je ale príliš dobrý, a to aj napriek tomu, že tentoraz bohužiaľ nemá žiaden hlbší zmysel.

This land always belonged to fruit of our fathers' loins

Sweet berries picked and seeds sown

The moment one older tree fades, one must grow

Which is why all this time we sow on

My daddy was a tree too, mighty and tall

There was no such in vicinity

But age has just taken him, as does with all

Now he searches for infinity

Sadly age is not the only one who likes to take

So does plague which likes children too

And I, my dear daddy, I like to take as well

So I've written this song just for you

You planted seven trees which should have grown tall as well

But having plated seven thousand would it ever matter?

I hope it wouldn't, so you can stop trying and return from wedlock to me

All of your big strong boys are lying in small coffins

While I am lying only in my bed with the living

And even though I say these words with sigh and sorrow

You may meet your boys by each day, even tomorrow

Weather has not been kind to ancient garden

Every year colder winter and drought

Mother nature has never been kind to men

And didn't grow here what was sowed

But while massive trees are not able to sprout

That faster grow little girl's hair

This garden still has some space to plant flowers

And this country a throne to spare

You planted seven seeds, now you ran out of them

No human woman can give birth to your child again

But even without trees some flowers in this garden grow

All your future heroes and kings didn't live long enough

To grow a proper beard or at least tiny scruff

While I have mine, please don't even ask where

So please don't lament, why should you care...