Over the horizon, the red sun rises,
Bringing yet another day,
The air I breath shivers and hey!,
The eye of heaven blazes
As I narrow my eyes into its heart..
Over the horizon, the pale moon sets,
Saying goodbye to the night, to the stars,
Ancient magic flows strong and each one gets
What he was told to get from the cards..
Over the horizon, a mighty dragon flies,
Swimming in the air, swirling in the sky..
They say that when a heart breaks, one dragon dies..
Too few of them left now, so let them fly!
Over the horizon storm clouds gather ‘round,
Lightning flashes, thunder shakes the earth,
The gods of old can be heard in the sound
Of coming storm, coming death..
Over the horizon, a mighty king marches,
With his company, many a valiant knight
All the evil quakes, hiding in the marshes
So they come, from the legend.. and with them –light.
Over the horizon, deep and silent forests lie,
You can’t see them all in one life-time,
For each person loosing hope, one tree will die.
Does my tree still stand? It may, if You will be mine..
Over the horizon, my future lies..
Following it till the end of my days,
The raven sadly cries,
And in cryptic voice he says:
“Follow your heart and to yourself be true, for you see,
Only when dreams come true, you may be free..
Forever..”
Galinka: Tie jediné boli trochu osobn=.. ten zvyšok je o pekných veciach, ktoré ssa skrývajú za horizontom našej fantázie Ale tretia sa aj mne páči najviac
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