The first word in my dreams I could clearly see Planet Eden high beyond the skies
Beautiful and sad is this story I'll tell of the winged travellers eager
'twas one day the wind guided him where to go like an eagle high above he flew
Waving from down below he flew out of sight into the mystical darkness
Neither a smile nor a cry I gave when he left feeling my spleen decline
And hoping one day we'd fly over back to the places we once shared
Where vessels glide in silky waves and of gold deep in the gulf such planet lies
Surrounded by this universe of love and hate confusion breaks through and dwells.
Cast a spell, from the old magic book. Scatter pearls, in the black magic box, something strange will happen, it will take you so far. So try...We can fly, we have wings, we can touch floating dreams. Call me from so far through the wind in the light.
Someone came from the dark over from the stars. Protecting my heart from crying. Taken back by surprise my traveller returned. What went wrong? Why did he change?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
