Where I have been like a floating feather
In the valleys of melancholy,
My dreams..are from yesterday..
About the winter sky so cold..
The tavern is closed
The Gypsy singers have gone
I am following the wind..
Their songs were filled with stars
Their music was filled with the winds from deserts
I am going for a walk through the woods
By the cold banks of the moon river.
Sparkled way above me,
Winds filled with scent of angels.
I am going for a walk..
The tavern is closed now..
I will return with my dreams
To Join the band in songs...
