Légende

In the moors
Stands the castle of the Four Winds
And the beautiful legend
For both young and old...
They say, when midnight strikes
You can hear in the halls
The echo of footsteps
And sobs in the dark
I wanted to know the reason
For all these restless souls
I was told some things
That sent chills down my spine...
As soon as midnight rang
The wood starts to creak
The wind sobs outside
The dogs howl at death
Then, among all these sounds
A wail rises, rises...
A wail that tells the love story that follows:

Long ago
There were two lovers
Living only for him
Breathing only for her
There in that same bed
Oh God, she was beautiful...
But they didn't want me
I wasn't the son of a king
They did everything to keep me from her
I could never see my beauty again
At the end of a fine day
She died of love
God never allowed
To take her life
She died for me
I died for her
It shouldn't have happened, it shouldn't have happened.
It's in vain that I call
Every night, I hear her cry
Alone in her eternity
Christine, Christine... I love you
Christine, Christine... I love you
But she doesn't hear me
And I can't see her
Christine!... Christine!... Christine!!!

And the unreal disappears
As soon as dawn appears
Is it a dream, or reality?
There, my legend is over...