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It slumbers behind the hill,
My gloomy castle.
It torments my soul sometimes,
The peace that reigns within.
I am a hero, yearning for my fantasies,
And all the images of my living love
Are with me!
I often see fear,
In the eyes that look at me.
They are destined to fall asleep in my walls,
To freeze in my worlds.
But my heart burns with love.
My soul aches.
And the sight of the wax figures is beautiful.
Peace reigns everywhere!
I brought them
To my beautiful home.
I gave them wine,
And we had fun afterwards.
Sometimes they were a little scared
By the touch
Of strong hands on their delicate necks!
Here, one brings me her flowers,
Here, another stands, lost in dreams.
I tried to make them laugh to death,
But I had to, as in an old fairy tale, simply strangle them!
My gloomy castle.
It torments my soul sometimes,
The peace that reigns within.
I am a hero, yearning for my fantasies,
And all the images of my living love
Are with me!
I often see fear,
In the eyes that look at me.
They are destined to fall asleep in my walls,
To freeze in my worlds.
But my heart burns with love.
My soul aches.
And the sight of the wax figures is beautiful.
Peace reigns everywhere!
I brought them
To my beautiful home.
I gave them wine,
And we had fun afterwards.
Sometimes they were a little scared
By the touch
Of strong hands on their delicate necks!
Here, one brings me her flowers,
Here, another stands, lost in dreams.
I tried to make them laugh to death,
But I had to, as in an old fairy tale, simply strangle them!