A river flows to a faraway sea…
Nobody knows what’s in store for me.
I was born in a castle, gloomy and gray,
At night full of rustle and silent by day.
My father was haughty, stubborn and cruel.
Being younger than forty, he was killed in a duel.
My mother was stout, short-sighted and plain,
And I used to doubt if she was sane.
She believed that a ghost often visited us
And went to the coast seeking mermaids. Alas!
She forgot of her child in delirious haze.
Her temper was mild, but her mind was a maze.
I was always alone, unhappy and mute:
I didn’t ever moan, though my pain was acute.
A river flows to a faraway sea…
Nobody knows what’s in store for me.