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With blaring sounds,
Fanfares and trumpets,
The festival of spring at court.
The flags were blowing in the wind.
Along with food and drink and lots of singing
to the joy of all the people,
a tournament in the lance-kicking,
the prize was colossal.
Whoever is last on the horse -
while the others are lying down -
can bend their limbs while dancing with the king's favorite daughter.
So they came from near and far
and rushed into battle,
for this great woman
/>Some of the pain was right.
When I, a young nobleman, almost thought I was the winner, he looked at the black knight as he leaned against the black horse .
Want
of
kämpfen
or
wait!?
shouted the nobleman
and before he knew it
he felt how one could fly.
The last dance!
She is as delicate as the rose .
The last dance!
The timeless one gently touches her.
So it happened,
The black knight was the winner.
So
will
I
the
Preis
mir
fetch.
he said and knelt down.
Black clouds gathered,
as the music called for the dance.
The people only stood there in fear.
as they noticed what was going on there!
The last dance!
She is as delicate as the rose.
The last dance!
The timeless one gently touches her.