U blokove tuge si svijet svoj mali ogradilaTrnove ruže na pragu sreće posadila
A ja k’o vitez okruglog stolaNa crnom konju ratujemPrebiću suzom tugu na polaJer kao bijednik se predajem
Pokloniću se moja kraljiceNevino noćas ginem od tvoga mačaNe čujes krik iz tamniceRanjen sam smrtno sječivom tvoga plača
Lancima teškim vratari zamka su digli mostSamo na tren u tvome srcu sam bio gost
Skidaju oklop, jedan po jedanSvi tvoji vitezoviĆutljivi red nepregledannegde u maglu odlazi
You surrounded your little world with blocks of sadnessYou planted rose thorns on the doorstep of happiness
And I, like a knight of the Round TableFight on the black horseI'll tear the sadness in half with my tearBecause I'm retreating like a wretch
I'll take a bow, my queenTonight I'm innocently dying from your swordYou can't hear the scream from the dungeonI'm mortally wounded by the blade of your cry
Porters of the castle lifted the bridge with heavy chainsI was a guest in your heart just for a moment
They are taking off their armor, one by oneAll your knightsSilent and immense lineIs going somewhere in the mist