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
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

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

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


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