I'm standing here and sunny rays... burning my eyes
'Round me trembling grass and little mice... diggin' their holes
I can
go anywhere
Dreaming dreams instead
Make a rest at waterfall
I may fall asleep
Elves won't disagree
They will sing a
lullaby
Entombed alive with mournful cries
I catch you - you'll be mine
You have to say good bye to your life
To enter the
darkened paradise
I started to fall on my knees... with magical sounds
And it seems to me like I'm lyin' here... on the fields
of dreams
Elves will come to me
Take me by the hand
Lead me to their feast
Flames are rising high
Sounds like pouring
wine
I should never be awaken
Inherited to bury on (the) fields of immortal
For aeons till the dawn
And may be you wonder
who am I, I tell you
I'm carrying the silver-horned crown.
