To the beat of a mazurka,
I marched along,
towards a sunset, towards a dream.
With the smile of a baby,
I marched along,
One life ends, another begins.
Drenched in the summer rain,
I marched along,
A tear or a drop of light?
He marched along too,
To the beat of a mazurka,
In the gentle rain.
He marched along too,
Called himself Balthazar,
A protector of kings.
He marched along too,
With the smile of a baby,
Innocent appeal or elusive charm?
Balthazar, sunset, rain and a smile-
Perhaps it was destiny,
I fell in love with him…
Balthazar…Isn’t it a beautiful name?
