I saw the play of the grey shades
the death of the light, which was chased by hundred hunters…
and I saw the blind fear of beutiful eyes
because its treasured charm was noticed …
Chorus:
A cloud takes me on the blue sky of my dreams -
but is there hope for the come of
the fair World, that my lust sees?
a peace land is my dream, the forest (is) not crying
Evil light of the flame not grows here
anywhere can grew the happyness
I saw the intention of injured monsters:
finally stamp out the fire of lives…
and I saw, the duel of two brothers
because, if the insanity circulate, then nobody’s afraid
Chorus:
A cloud takes me on the blue sky of my dreams -
but is there hope for the come of
the fair World, that my lust sees?
a peace land is my dream, the forest (is) not crying
Evil light of the flame not grows here
anywhere can grew the happyness