Song: Black And White King

I pray thee, my Black-and-White King,
Become a ring on my patient hand.
Don't consider our meetings a delicate needle.
Do not keep your door on the English castle.

I don't know what's with me again,
Pray, I am the sky, the sky...
Where are you, Black-and-White my King?
But, it is foolish to wait for a response.
Night, raw haze and hot coals,
But there is no heat.

What this sound was the reward for death?
For whom do you dance in the sky Foxtrot?
Nothing brings me days the pain.
Is anybody calling your jaded mouth.
Your shadow hugs the shoulders for me
The altitude of tears the sorrow from the earth.
You did not have enough yesterday.
Yes, the smoke of fires around the ships.