The lord of Baux built his house on rocks...
The lord of Baux built his house on rocks...
Steps of a thousand knights
They mark his paths,
They watch from above in the night
His thoughts are cold...
The lord of Baux has his house
He has it built on stones...
His dogs moan in their sleep
Dreaming of the hunt,
His lady sits at a banquet
Her absorbed gaze...
Fire and warmth in its halls
Dances, colors and joy,
Songs and noises, sounds of laughter
In your house, lord of Baux.
The lord of Baux is his house
/>He built it on stones...
And still she remains there
And watches the years go by...
Flights of birds towards the sea,
The shadow of his thoughts,
He has whitewashed his halls
The salty wind...
Fire and heat in his halls
Dances, colours, joy,
Songs and noises , sounds of laughter
In your house, lord of Baux.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN