Once upon a time in a different place,
far away, in strange days
lived a man, who ruled himself a land
and his wife, with curly auburn hair
with the smell of dawning dew
set the rules of rules

Messaline, right, goodnight, late, hate
Don’t be scared, I’ll take care
By your window, there’s my dream watching -the owl
Patiently… she’ll describe each of your sighs
with rustling her soft wings,
At home, I’ll twitch my chin…

Messaline, would you tell me, please
how do you feel, when I’m standing in England,
When I’m ruling Rome, what are you doing,
when you’re alone?

Messaline, Messaline
When the Moon shines, the flowers and the trees
are black outlines
cut out of paper