The princess is upset

She can’t stand wearing

Any single day more

She can’t stand wearing

This too heavy dress

Weighed by 12 generations’

Dramas and wars

 

A fairy comes to her

Announcing the great news

Of her pregnancy

 

In the fabric of her own dress

There is the most precious gift

A true jewel

A wonderful and shiny treasure

 

Not just one, but so many

She could never count all of them

 

She’s upset because she doesn’t know yet

That this day is the best of her life

Ever

 

She doesn’t know yet that

She will have just to dance in the garden

In the middle of the embalmed flowering trees

 

She’s upset and doesn’t smile

When she sees the musicians coming

 

But in a few minutes the music

Will enjoy the sunny garden

And make home in the sky

 

 

 

“ what was in the fabric of your dress, my dear daughter? “