I\'m the prince of an empty fortress
that surrounds a desert where not even
the tatars venture ...
At sunrise on the wall ,I contemplate the flight
of the eagle in the distance ,master of the peaks
beyond the forgotten realms ...
I am waiting for this caravan to bring me
this princess from the land of Khorasan .
O fortress ! You\'re my strenght and weakness !
I am this lonely warrior and poet ,
rider of light and shade ,
Ascetic believer and pleasure seeker
who ,without cursing bows to fate ...
What wise spirit will explain me
this fickle world ?
Miniature on a devastated chess board ...
Morning rose ,wet with dew ,
at dust dessicated...
At night on the wall ,I watch the angel\'s hand
tracing the message ...
My princess will come or maybe the enemy...