Cyrano of Bergerac

This is the story of more than a man

A notable gentleman (born in Bergerac)

Who his life gave for impossible goals

That both time and fortune stole

In a soulless world

Where all is such cold as false

Where all has been whirled

As if was a mad waltz

I mean to be like

The warm spirit of a song

Noble and dreamlike

Now and for so long

In the battle and the poetry

Brave and dashing I will be

And when foes came ten to one

Was a foul game and I won

While I made rhymes with the wit sword

And when love came light which glows

Was my sad shame: heart or nose

Nose she chose

Falls the curtain

Making certain

I'm not shadow of my friend

But the glory

Wrote my story

True love I'll defend

To the end

But the drama had

Words behind good appearance

His beauty was clad

With my spirit and romance

But the beauty died

And soon the voice was got mute

Letters dulcified

Turn into spoilt fruit

In my dreams and false illusions

Sweetest lover I will be

And when love came light which glows

Was my sad shame: heart or nose

Nose she chose

I'm dying

Death can't catch

A sole thing, my penache!

Now I see

What my soul didn't

Ideal true love, real would be

If my eyes has been my heart

My eyes show pain now I know he's free

And he'll never be close to me

Hero who romantically died

Poet who made people sadly cry

Your mind, can't find, can't find

A strong bind, a sure bind

Lover who can love with no reward

Gentleman whom will sing all the bards

Your mind, can find, can find