Текст песни My Dream's Over Of Glory

Under the open sky I stretch my hand to catch a raindrop
I can see you again. Weaken.
But wind flows down from a mountain
In the shadow of a forest which's black all day
The wind rastling grass
And silent foliage
In the shadow of a forest which's black all day
and it will be melted into the substance
But wind flows down from a mountain
the flow burst into the open eyes

And tales of traveling all waiting there
Tune a harp on the old way
(Tune a harp on the old way
there will come the legitmate king
prince of the silver fountain
on the throne and under the crown)

Buzzing, roaring, and the branches of oppression
Merry perceivethe power of
In the wards of golden
Tune a harp on the old way
there will come the legitmate king
prince of the silver fountain
on the throne and under the crown

Set up a magic harp
And pour the song of gold
In the ancient sounds
Boron will grow on the slopes
The grass will be high
It hits the silver fountain
Gold River Runs Through It
From the mountains to the sea

Under the open sky I stretch my hand to catch a raindrop
I can see you again. Weaken.
But wind flows down from a mountain
In the shadow of a forest which's black all day