Tales of Wandering

There is nothing but the fog and winds What is hidden there behind these unknown hills I have wondered and looking for happiness And this moment I had waiting for so long Is it true or a dream Is this just a twinkling light Come to me in my dreams Call yourself, on the other side Are you the bird of Marvelous stories? And the wind's song Will wake up the mountains My hair that I have curled My hair that is fair Has got tangled much Wind braided my hair In the sleepless night In the nights of my past Is is true or a dream It is full of magic things And the light from the stars And my dreams are flying high Your prophecy Won't come true And the legends Will suddenly wake up On my hands I feel some drops of dew Of the fairytales and forgotten dreams And I will bring home a magic joss With a dawn I'll get into mirrors world