Nocny Kochanek: Koń na Białym Rycerzu

Lonely in the tower, closed
She stopped eating because of hunger
Between my thighs, where the wind once blew
A spider's web stretches

Exactly fifty years have passed
Or maybe even less
And although few tried
That none set her free

He believes deeply that he will see in the tower
The one she's still dreaming about
She knows that he will attack her like an animal
When he breaks the spider thread

Suddenly there is a strange grunting noise
Was it someone who was climbing?
Through the window, the princess notices
The horse that neighs or f**ks there

It was a horse on a white knight
There was a horse on the white knight
It was a horse on a white knight
There was a horse on the white knight
It was a horse on a white knight
There was a horse on the white knight
It was a horse on a white knight
There was a horse on the white knight

It was a horse on a white knight
There was a horse on the white knight
It was a horse on a white knight
There was a horse on the white knight
It was a horse on a white knight
There was a horse on the white knight
It was a horse on a white knight
There was a horse on the white knight
It was a horse on a white knight
There was a horse on the white knight
It was a horse on a white knight
There was a horse on the white knight
It was a horse on a white knight
There was a horse on the white knight
It was a horse on a white knight
There was a horse on the white knight