Zaklêta w marmur

The soul would be awakened by love
Love makes one feel alive
I'm petrifying against the notes
The black rose in my hands chants
I'm squirming seized by her
Invisible net
The princess still lies asleep

Marble-enchanted, longing for a cold breeze, another storm
Marble-enchanted, longing for someone to wake me, turn back the clock
Marble-enchanted, weeping, so lonely among the bluish rocks
Marble-enchanted, kneeling in the damp earth

The moment I saw you in my dreams
I had to own you, silent rose
Kissing your black petals I walked
Enshrouded in a cloud of oblivion
Your singsong cry reached
My ears only

I'm the woe of the living marble
I'm the painting's contents and its frame
I'm black like the roses' blood and
Her breath

Marble-enchanted, in a black chant, I want to embrace you in the rain
Marble-enchanted, watching the melting snows, diffusing fogs
The ice-float crack; still, the princess lies dead-asleep
Marble-enchanted, the heart forgets now how to beat

A black rose in her hands
The princess still lies asleep
Since so long that her heart
Forgets now how to beat

That craving, silently put out
Cannot be rekindled
What's left of my world are only dreams

Dancing among dreams, spinning among tears
I think, I think I'm no longer here
Dancing among dreams, spinning among tears
I think, I think I'm no longer here...