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A Doll In The Window

Childhood Cosette:
She's a doll in the window
Who watches me and who is bored.
I think that she's looking for a mum,
And I want her to be my daughter.
 
In a house full of toys,
Where little girls of my age,
Sew their dolls dresses,
And never do housework.
 
I would dress her with lace,
She would have skirts of silk.
I want my daughter to be the most beautiful,
And that she be proud,
That she be very proud of me.
 
She's a doll in the window;
I look at her and she calls me.
If only I knew how to write...
I would ask Father Christmas for her.
 

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I'm burned by you

I also collapsed in solitude
I'm broken in pieces
There is no end to your way, I know
Whether we are sad, broken or angry
 
You too accept, we both love
Maybe we walk barefoot on a cliff
Still looking for somewhere
Our soul, our horizon, our love
We still find it somewhere
What is unforgettable about the past
 
I'm burned ,extinguished by you
I could not find a way out of this
I did not respond when the nights were full
I just had tears left on the pages. (X2)
 

Linden

Tonight mother I'm on my way to your doorstep,
wherever it makes a nest only there is home.
Life guided me everywhere around the world,
but I've carried that piece of sky in my heart.
 
Chorus:
Nights smell like the linden from our garden,
They bring old memories from my childhood.
I wish to dream under it just one more time,
That linden was planted by my father on the day I was born.
 
Tonight mother I'm on my way to your doorstep,
wherever it makes a nest only there is home.
I've seen half the world and I have a lot,
but my heart remained eager for the old fireplace.
 
Chorus:
Nights smell like the linden from our garden,
They bring old memories from my childhood.
I wish to dream under it just one more time,
That linden was planted by my father on the day I was born.
That linden was planted by my father on the day I was born.
 

Elsinore (The Prince in the cursed castle)

In a tower room of stone, behind iron gratings,
And a sealed up door of solid wood,
with a pain which grows like a tumor in his chest,
he stands and gazes towards Sweden's coast,
in his dismal contemplation of his miserable lot
to pine away at Elsinore Castle.
 
Once he was happy and free and danced;
A ladies' favorite, so handsome and gallant.
A prince without arrogance, a welcome friend
both in the palace as well as in the simplest home.
The last one thought would fade away
in the tower at Elsinore Castle.
 
He rode out into the world in his young days,
and saw with dismay how unjust it was
that the people died of sickness and starvation,
because the ruler's greediness lacked boundaries.
But this insight he should not have had,
because it brought him to Elsinore Castle.
 
He sold his cattle, his land and his castle,
and everything that he earned he gave away.
But those who received gifts often wanted more,
and when the help ended the distressed became angry.
So he harvested pain from the goodness he sowed;
Therefore he lives in Elsinore Castle.
 
A prince without money is treated with contempt
by all of the others who belong to his class.
A noble who dares to take the people's part
is greeted by coldness and eyes of ice.
Because there evil finds the goodness is a crime
So he is sent to Elsinore Castle
 
So now he lives in lifelong exil;
Abandoned by the poor, despised by the rich.
The walls glitter in red and in gold,
when the twilight sinks by Oresund.
He gazes towards Sweden, he sees no hope;
No one is freed from Elsinore Castle.