The Madness Isn't Over Yet

Does the heart built on love give up on love?
Even if the wind is northerly, will the ship return from its voyage?
Isn't it always the same story?
Every fairy tale is the same as the others,
Princes on white horse,
Princesses are innocent, asleep.

What if they wake up
If they shoot a prairie horse from the temple...
Don't say it's crazy,
If it happens!

Did you even go
Why not...
Even my tale has lost its taste.
The sadness of leaving has settled in the breast of my pen,
The papers are looking for a way to escape, maybe...

Who knows, maybe it was all a dream,
Shouldn't you sleep,
To dream...
To dive into poetry,
Don't ever ask...

The shadow of a black cloud has fallen on my face,
In his haste with trembling fingers,
In front of me is your dry memory of summer,
I am writing to you, I am aware,
I don't want it but I can't help it.

Even after the squint's impasse came to you,
The pavements of the city are helpless as it is...
Wiping snow is hitting my city,
Then one for me and one for you...

Are you cold?
Take my heart on you.
Don't be afraid, this heart is still yours...
The white horse was not shot in the temple, it's a joke...
The stupid princess is still asleep...

The madness isn't over yet...