Mein Kampf. The lost chapters. II

There is no wine bottle, it's goneThere is a puddle of water spilled in front of an empty throne

Memories, like fallen leavesThat were blown away by cold winter breeze

Remind me the tales of the times pastWhen I was a jester at a king's fest

But, like the coals that are buried in ashDesires still flicker, disconnected from flesh

That artist crazy, in a fit of madnessHe transferred my soul to a painted canvas

I can not hear, I can not askMy mouth is open in a smile grotesque

I am holding you in my armsTo see you eyes, I have no chance

For ever and ever, I will be looking straightBound to my love in a twist of fate

The God had mercy on my damned soulWhen a mirror was placed right across in the hall.