When an unfortunate prince weeps in the hot desert. When the moonlight at night, will remind him of the blissful palace. In the palace where his mother used to sing him lullabies. When his father used to be a good-hearted king, where his brother crown prince lived, who used to love him like a father. Where the laughter of his sisters had echoed. Where happiness reigned when he was a child. Then suddenly everything changed. Then they grow up, when custom takes over, and everything else becomes meaningless. Then there was no importance of love, nor did anyone want anyone else. Then everything was the throne and crown. The throne and the crown, ate all the joys, took away all the joys. That unfortunate prince weeps even today, in the hot desert of the palace, within the four walls of the palace. But now there is a shadow of grief, where before him his brother was crucified. Where his mother died in grief of her eldest son. Where the laughter of her sisters will be gone forever. Where that unfortunate prince was the crown prince today. Where the unfortunate prince still cries in a kingdom full of sorrows.
