Текст песни Башня Rowan - Королева

The third evening my queen sad,
The third evening meets in silent anguish,
And trembling pearls like drops of rain,
On a cold and white as marble hand.

The third day in the kingdom of discord and sorrow,
Wither the roses in the garden, stunted maple outside the window.
Our cheerful Consort sped away as the third day
To the one that smells of musk and sweet wine.

Not younger than she is, she is not perfect,
That to which the Consort whole heart implies
But it is, unfortunately, another man's wife,
And another man's wife honey smeared stroke.

The third night without sleep, my queen,
The castle is over and there is no place to get coffee.
And erstwhile friend, another man's wife
Together with the Prince Consort lies in bed.

And in the eyes of the queen almost withered
That fire that shone, illuminating my house.
I'm sitting and purring in her arms,
Only the sense something is. Only the sense something is.