To Kill a King Songtext
von Saltillo

Creaturia
Creaturia
Creaturia

But here the children come
They have finished playing
They have no thought of their mother′s trouble
What do the young know of grief?


Poor creature
She has discovered by her sufferings
What it means to have lost one's country
I am afraid she may think of some dreadful thing
For her heart is violent
I know her of old
And I fear her
Lest she may sharpen a sword and thrust to the heart
Stealing into the palace where the bed is made
Or even kill the king