Prince Arthur [English translation]

I'm speaking of stories that begin

where someone's blood is let

where some children must grow up too fast

and the words freeze time

she was leaving a family war

left without feelings feelings, even bad (ones)

sitting, on that same late evening

she finally saw her prince in the night

He had but only to throw a glance

for he never goes out this late

and she expects (lit. waits for) nothing

eyes covered in leather look towards the sky

he approached her

and he took her hand

that false hope to be there until the end

they became the jealousy of the jealous

like ordinary Serge and Jane

to make love by yelling

and yet they cried laughing

the months had passed and she sank

while he disappeared

teary eyes, clenched teeth

water of life (blood?) that she had let

for him she would have confronted the emptiness

that gnawed since

she let out all his secrets

to the heart of a man consumed by all his vices

that he would always have

and she knew very well

that those promises would one day end