The last ones who chased the wind are gone
Into the lands of sleeping cities
Into the pupils of lakes, blades of grass, pennants of trees
Like a dream and magic...
I will dream my fairy tale
I will come back here again
There is a hidden treasure in the dark castles
But how?
The horses run in the silence of the fog
Who knows the way?
Who could stop them
In the dark great love on the walls,
Great tears
In the cold gaze of the stars
Beautiful knights in silver armor
They rise
Over the night, above sleep, above time..
I will dream my fairy tale
There is a hidden treasure in the dark castles
The horses run in the silence of the fog
Who could stop them
My fairy tale...
I will dream my fairy tale
I'll come back here again...

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