Sleep my babe behind your veil
I will tell you a fairytale
Of a princess in the jail
Guarded by dragon’s burning exhale
The sweetest daughter of padishah
Flower of the valley Qadisha
Her beauty praised like the morning star
A muse for oud and mazhar
First was a sultan, he was brave
He led his troops to the dragon’s cave
Fire burned on ancient stones
Leaving just charred bones
Then was a rich man, and he was brave
He brought his gold to the dragon’s cave
Fire burned on ancient stones
Leaving just charred bones
The last was an artist, and he was brave
He played his songs at the dragon’s cave
But the fire burned on the ancient stones
Leaving just charred bones
Sleep my babe behind your veil
Made of iron like your jail
I will tell you a fairytale
Never leave you, never sale…
Fairytale
© Copyright: Керим Мутиг, 2018
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