The sun moves in the sky
It seems so cool
It seems so cute

You yourself decide on your way
I believe your bright eyes
The wind makes an illusion go
And you will find a hill
Where you can see and touch the tail of...

Pale lights twinkle slowly
Like someone talks to you
Worn out flags swing gently
Like someone signs to you
In such a misty forest
You get no step, no way through
In such a puzzling place
A siren sounds in the distance
I tell you something mystic
As you awake from a sound sleep
It's time you wake up and try
I hear a siren sounds somewhere

You yourself decide on your way
I believe your bright eyes
You yourself decide on your way
I believe your bright voice
The wind makes an illusion go
And we will find a hill
Where we can see and touch the tail of...