Текст песни When The Curtain Falls

Decayed castle in neglected park

Seemed more sullen after dark.

Grey aged walls, overgrew with ivy.

In every stone felt the fatal destiny.

Bygone fame, left in the past.

Like withered leaves flayed away with the wind

Departed greatness, covered by dust

Everything that stayed with dying kin.

Hoary servant, bent by the years

For a long time had felt the failing

He was like a father to the youthful heir

For count, who saw the nineteenth spring.

But he dreamed of feats and romances were

Only pleasure in his life.

At nightfall the youth stayed alone with old

Folios in trembling candlelight.

All altered as if were of hand of conjurer

When once belated the strolling theatre

Asked to spent the night behind the walls of castle.

And the host himself met them in spite of title.

Dancing flame of the flaring brands

Old servant's heart squeeged with a pain

Laugh and gaiety and full hall of guests

Seemed that old time returned again.

Amid of the guests was the finest maid.

With the sparkling eyes and light flush on her face.

The princess-dream from concealed Dreamland

And spellbound youth hid admiring gaze.

He would looks most likely for ages in radiant

Eyes of colour of clear sky.

Like sunbeam lit up her beautiful dark face,

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Deep thought, sleepless night on the eve of the

Farewell.

He would gives the world to stay with the one

Who was a perfect marvel.

Where meadows of flowers unfold to horizon,

Where road merges with white cloud-drift.

Where breath of the wind like a gulp of sweet

Honey, where's

No need to space of your transient fits.

Posies of wild flowers and modest aureate ring.

He favoured her with all his heart, and in her

Eyes was blooming spring

From town to town they'd been carrying gladness,

Leaving there small part of own soul.

And tears of emotion came out on youth's

Eyes, when a gathered crowd was so glad.

Follow left summer moved on the caravans

Count more and more felt drown to new friends.

And once he couldn't refused his wish.

The last step on scene and all for him vanished.

His senseless gestures were very awkward

And audience hissed the youth off the stage.

The first failure nearly drove him up mad

That importunate din was by cause of powerless rage

Falseness could be show through the roles, but how

He drew the dagger up and pierced own heart.

But wound was bled and bled, every instant

Force was leaving

The youth and soon he knelt.

He hadn't seen by now how people clapped

Him, when the curtain fell.