Scheherazade will not tell anymore

The tent of illusions is empty,
Speeches fell silent until dawn.
Burnt-out coals disappear
In the dark abyss.


A shadow falls on the pillows where your gardens bloomed,
I searched for meanings in the desert, but found only the captivity of trouble.
You wove hope from words, a thousand nights in a row,
But the dawn destroyed the fairy tale, lowering a heavy gaze.


The strings are torn in the silence,
The fairy tale sounds no more.
There is no cure for the soul
If the heart goes silent.

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Scheherazade will tell no more
Neither of love, nor of kings of the past.
She will tie her fate in a knot,
Leaving a secret on mute lips.
An end to the legends that saved lives,
Reality strikes like a morning executioner.
Winds carry across the scorched desert
Only a quiet groan and a lonely cry.


My lamp is fading, the oil is drunk to the bottom,
In the mirrors of empty chambers — only sorrow and silence.
I was a captive of the plots, greedily drank your every breath,
And now I stand at the door where the sand has crumbled.


The strings are torn in the silence,
The fairy tale sounds no more.
There is no cure for the soul
If the heart goes silent.

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Scheherazade will tell no more
Neither of love, nor of kings of the past.
She will tie her fate in a knot,
Leaving a secret on mute lips.
An end to the legends that saved lives,
Reality strikes like a morning executioner.
Winds carry across the scorched desert
Only a quiet groan and a lonely cry.


Just one step beyond the edge of forgotten dreams,
Where there are no palaces and none of your shackles.
Your freedom is worth my tears,
I remain alone among strangers.



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Scheherazade will tell no more
Neither of love, nor of kings of the past.
She will tie her fate in a knot,
Leaving a secret on mute lips.


A thousand and one...
Drunk to the bottom...
The fairy tale is burned.