"- My dear blacksmith, forge my heart in a new way..."
"My dear blacksmith, forge my heart in a new way,
And don't spare the cold water to harden it for anything! -
I'm very much afraid that feelings may one day come back
And scatter my spirit into dozens and hundreds of separate pieces...
My dear blacksmith, I pray you, light a fire quickly.
Make it hot, so that you hear the moaning of the furnace! -
In this flame the "Grey-eyed King" will soon burn,
But we'll be silent about what's to come, and we'll be silent about it.
Forge, blacksmith, while it is hot,
If it's heart, it shall be a sword!
If it was pain, it shall be the ash!
Forge, blacksmith, I have waited so long...
My dear blacksmith, I have not slept for three nights in a row,
And it's as if the earth's hardness is upon my shoulders.
Maybe someone and somewhere is immensely happy about it,
But on this question I have long known one not simple answer...
Forge, blacksmith, while it is hot,
If it's heart, it shall be a sword!
If it was pain, it shall be the ash!
Forge, blacksmith, I have waited so long...
Forge, blacksmith, while it is hot,
If it's heart, it shall be a sword!
If it was pain, it shall be the ash!
Forge, blacksmith, I have waited so long...
Dear blacksmith, I don't know what I'm doing...
And there's more than a hop in my veins, -
I ask you to finish your difficult work,
That I may be reborn again in the cold of winter's blizzards!
Forge, blacksmith, while it is hot,
If it's heart, it shall be a sword!
If it was pain, it shall be the ash!
Forge, blacksmith, I have waited so long!
Forge, blacksmith, while it is hot,
My heart in my ribs will burst into a flame!
The pain of the past is no more!
Forge, blacksmith, while it is hot!
Forge, blacksmith, while it is hot!
Forge, blacksmith, while it is hot!"
/ I have an unclothed version, but you just have to check out my Twitter to see it