The Troubadour, as usual, was walking down the street in the city of Bremen and wondered when he would see you. He was bored, looking towards your balcony, sighing sadly. The man was fingering the guitar strings, but only the song did not go into his head, there was nothing to sing about. Even his friends and bandmates couldn't cheer him up. The troubadour knew that he loved you and perhaps unrequited, which made him feel worse and worse, his heart was torn apart with longing and sadness. A day or more passed, and he continued to watch the balcony, looking for you with his eyes and thinking about love, passion that is tearing his heart. And so one of the beautiful nights, you go out on the balcony, sigh sadly and sit down on the railing. The troubadour immediately cheered up, smiled and climbed on stage, the words of the song immediately came to his mind, he wanted you to know about his feelings.

The sun will rise over the forest, but not for me! After all, now, without the princess, I can't live a day!

The Troubadour sings and looks at you, his eyes were like puppy dogs, so blue, like azure, exuding only life, affection and hope.