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There, Beyond the Seventh Hill

There, beyond the seventh hill,
There, behind clouds unkindly,
I know not if in dream or if awake,
My handsome prince, a little bit unlucky,
His life and fate entrusts to me,
And every day, and every day
He sighs for my own sake.

And every day so fiercely,
And so until death claims me,
He spurs his horse and gallops swift and strong,
And all the lilac bushes,
On all the earth, believe me,
He's stripped them bare, he's stripped them bare,
For me, the whole day long.

And yet he's almost unknown to me,
And almost a stranger, you see.
But maybe, but maybe,
That's exactly what interests me...

There, beyond the seventh hill,
There, behind clouds unkindly,
I know not if in dream or if awake,
My princess lives, and no one could be finer,
And every day, and every day
She sighs for my own sake.

And every day so firmly,
Without delay, I'm darting,
I hurry to that cherished place with glee,
And all the lilac bushes,
On all the earth, I'm telling,
I've torn them down, I've torn them down,
For her, for her, you see.

And yet I'm almost unknown to her,
And almost a stranger, it's true.
But maybe, but maybe,
That's exactly what interests her too...

There, beyond the seventh hill,
There, behind clouds unkindly,
I know not if in dream or if awake,
My princess lives. My handsome prince is pining.
And no one could be finer.
And every day, and every day
They sigh for each other's sake.