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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 silverhorned crown.