What is the kingdom I mean, Where the width end. Splendid and mighty We all would be imposed.
Bewitch me with your touch, your colored tenderness, Feel the wind and carry me away.
Is there a difference, Between a singer and his song. Or is a difference, Between a dancer and his dance. Or is that only one, Like the nature and kingdom of light?
where the music ever sounds, Without a masquerade And heal all my wounds. I know or feel it or I see, moment has come, Where my heart's getting free.
Fairyland...
Everybody has a name, That proves your existance, But noone here has ever any name.
And I allow my knowledge To haze around me, Give them names, Take notice of them.
That's my first threshold, And rest I leave behind. In acknowledgement, Absoluteness you can find. The way through the first Is to give names for the nameless lights.
Wavelength where the music ever sounds, Without a masquerade And heal all my wounds. know or feel it or I see, The moment has come, Where my heart's getting free.
I have the key to the fairyland, On the I stay, Where the wilderness never ends, But the heaven without firework, And without peal of the bells, Which calls me