The thought wants to fly tonight
to dress itself in feathers, take hold of its wings
to seek streams, to follow a pleasure
to find a circle, an obscure meadow
the blood shall pound to the elves' song
Sing in me, dance in me, draw me completely in
whirl me around in a moonlight spin
Let me forget, let me dream, let me die
Disappear in the haze of an elven island.
The thought wants to fly tonight
I lie awake astray and tired
Hover tense between desire and sense
I seek an echo, a soft resonance
I long for a circle of elves' dance
Sing in me, dance in me, draw me completely in
whirl me around in a moonlight spin
let me forget, let me dream, let me die
disappear in the haze of an elven island.
Sing in me, dance in me, draw me completely in
whirl me around in a moonlight spin
Let me forget, let me dream, let me die
Disappear in the haze of an elven island