>>Vitas - Princess
[real history of Russian destiny of Ethiopian Princess, 
daughter of Tewodros II, began after death of her father 
in battle against invasion of British colonialists]
She wanted to put into words
How the sun dies at sunset
How free you feel breathing under the sun
How bitterly you cry in bed at night
To write about the dreams of Earth that didn't come true
About the ships that sailed out to sea long ago
About the sailors looking sad
About the horses romping in the open air
Princess, oh, Princess
Don't stand at the window
Princess, oh, Princess
Don't cry in vain
Spring comes again after winter
And all will burst into bloom
Princess, oh, Princess
Don't stand at the window
Princess, oh, Princess
Don't cry in vain
Spring comes again after winter
And all will burst into bloom
But she didn't have enough words
And her life was short of colors
To paint herself a portrait
Out of frozen and broken dreams
She thought she was more tender than night
She thought she was more pretty than moon
But failed understand
How from the warmly and native land, 
she found herself at the Northern country.
Princess, oh, Princess
Don't stand at the window
Princess, oh, Princess
Don't cry in vain
Spring comes again after winter
And all will burst into bloom
Princess, oh, Princess
Don't stand at the window
Princess, oh, Princess
Don't cry in vain
Spring comes again after winter
And all will burst into bloom
Princess, oh, Princess...
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