Muhtesem Yuzyil - Monologue Mihrimah - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I am Mihrimah. Mistress of the Moon and Sun, Mihrimah. Beloved daughter of Sultan Suleiman, a piece of the soul of Hurrem Sultan. This palace, Istanbul, the whole world will one day see the most beautiful of rulers.

The most valuable treasures, the rarest fabrics of the world - all imaginable riches are at my feet. I eat from golden dishes, I drink from crystal cups. All women envy my life, my noble origin, and men are ready to give their lives for one look from me.

I am Mihrimah. However, no one knows the truth. Everything they see is an illusion. Day by day I'm fading. My life is slowly fading away. I feel like a catastrophe is growing around me. I am alone in the thick of a terrible war. Heads fly off shoulders, people lose their lives, vows are made and broken. I am tormented by terrible pain and a premonition of trouble. The most powerful of storms has broken out in my heart, and I cannot utter a word. Nobody asks what's in my heart. Like all women, my heart is full of secrets. Every secret sooner or later comes to light. All secrets await only one day: when they are found out, when they are shouted in our faces, when, having forgotten all the truths, we begin to doubt ourselves and those we love. But sometimes a single secret changes all the truths and the direction along which life flows.