Текст песни Хельга Эн-Кенти - Посвящение королеве

MARIE ANTOINETTE

The skin of her hands is whiter than chalk,
Her cheeks are touched with a blush.
The queen in a white dress
Spun around in a light dance.
On the border of darkness and light
The waltz draws her lovingly
Across the Versailles parquet,
Like barefoot on a brazier.

If thunder had not struck from the sky,
You would never have woken up,
You fell asleep as a queen,
But woke up as a criminal.
Remember how you opened your eyes,
And the dawn was bloody-scarlet...
Silently saw off her husband...
The knife flashed - she became a widow.

Only the steps lead up,
Along which you walk.
You would fall to your knees,
But unfortunately you firmly know,
That you cannot beg for forgiveness...
After all, today at sunset
Scissors will click at your neck,
To take away the gray strands...