The sun moves in the sky It seems so cool It seems so cute
You yourself decide on your way I believe your bright eyes The wind makes an illusion go And you will find a hill Where you can see and touch the tail of...
Pale lights twinkle slowly Like someone talks to you Worn out flags swing gently Like someone signs to you In such a misty forest You get no step, no way through In such a puzzling place A siren sounds in the distance I tell you something mystic As you awake from a sound sleep It's time you wake up and try I hear a siren sounds somewhere
You yourself decide on your way I believe your bright eyes You yourself decide on your way I believe your bright voice The wind makes an illusion go And we will find a hill Where we can see and touch the tail of...
