Saturnianul

The story behind the painting I drew is already told
No more tearstains on the pages of my diary
Tired but unable to give up since I’m
Responsible for the lives I saved
The play is done, the curtain’s down

All the tales are told, all the orchids gone
Lost in my own world, now I care for dead gardens

My song is little worth anymore
Time to lay this weary pen aside
The play is done, the curtain’s down

Where are the wolves, the underwater moon?
The elvenpath, the haven of youth?
Lagoons of the starlit sea?
Have I felt enough for one man’s deed?
Or is it time to challenge the Ancient of Days
And let the virgin conceive?

All the tales are told, all the orchids gone
All the tales are told, all the orchids gone
Lost in my own world, now I care for dead gardens