El Dragón

The wind blows cold, here in Camelot,
She will be a princess despite the Dragon,
The wedding has been arranged, tonight at ten,
And the king has ordered, to shoot if they see him.

The last maiden, tries on the trousseau,
As a convenience, of her cruel society,
With a sea of doubts, she doesn't want to face,
Today her destiny is at stake,
Hoping the story becomes reality.

And the bells toll,
Because the Dragon is dying,
Dying to save her, without salvation,
She chose to make a deal, and not give her heart,
And agreed to be paid, for life the services, of love.

And the bells toll,
Because the Dragon is dying,
Dying to save her, without salvation,
The story was about to change the ending,
But the Dragon with all his wings, couldn't teach her to fly.

The princess cried, at the back of the hall,
Where her cold hands miss the Dragon,
And all the letters, saying love me,
For heaven's sake, come and save me.

And the bells toll,
Because the Dragon is dying,
Dying to save her, without salvation,
She chose to make a deal, and not give her heart,
And agreed to be paid, for life the services, of love.

And in the meantime the Dragon, with a mortal wound,
Said goodbye to Camelot, and they say, those who have seen him,
He sings for coins, sad songs in a bar.

And the bells toll,
Because the Dragon is dying,
Dying to save her, without salvation,
The story was about to change the ending,
You decide of course, which of them,
You would have liked to hear.