Down by the red brick wallWhere the trains used to runShe waits for me.She's got her cigarettesHe ... [+]
Translated by Wendy Cross
Once upon a time there was a King and a Queen who loved each other with all their hearts and wanted to have a child. Soon they had the great joy of welcoming into the world a very pretty little girl with the lovely name of Angela. Everybody cherished the new princess. Each dress she wore was even prettier than the last, her silky hair was carefully brushed every day, and her polished shoes gleamed with a thousand glints of light. No sooner had she wished for something than her slightest desire was satisfied, before she had scarcely thought about it. When the time came for her to learn to rea