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   A solid sign for world is not so blind