Snow falling, the day was growing, he silently moved. His cloak grazed the brown leaves scattered along the trail, rushes of cold wind blowing through his hair. Then she came, a swift movement, whiter than snow. Her grace so enchanting, her mane twinkling with stars, he came to her and... In her mind he saw the kindness of a strong and pure heart, from her brow the magic horn, the power to heal and restore to life. “Trust in my hands, I will guide you, trust in what I see. Your very life is in great danger. They will hunt you, try to kill you, hear me now and flee, please heed my words and run away”. Then she neighed, the air quivered evasive as dreams, the glade where she had been now was wrapped in a haze, swirling around and... From behind the trees appeared what he had sensed was coming and the arrow darted in the glow of the haze and then it was gone. “Trust in my hands, I will guide you, trust in what I see. Your very life is in great danger. They will hunt you, try to kill you, hear me now and flee, please heed my words and run away. Run away”. Smiling to himself he gladly went back to his journey and behind of him the haze swirled into the sky and became a rainbow.“Trust in my hands, I will guide you, trust in what I see. Your precious life is in great danger. They will hunt you, try to kill you, hear me now and flee please heed my words and run away. Run away”.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
