I heard (about) time, when the our world Was still young; with the faerie word Dew of silver spilled on green leas And gold on the hills.
Nobody heard on the earth 'Bout dragons, evil and death, Gaints, rolls, and only the elves Were living in those days.
It had not more beauteous sight Then the fays danced in moonlit night. Grace-cups filled with mead and good ale On the merry regale.
And white boats glided o'er the seas To the isle of white apple-trees When the fair wind sang in the sail Boats winged their way.
A few mortals happened to see amaging land And soon fairytales sank info oblivion. But one day the voice from legend Will proclaim, and then the elves will return.
But winter came in the charming clime In the kingdom of fadeless prime And the fallen white petals off slowly Have paving the sea.
New god game from foreign land God with crown of thornson his head And for the elves histhe Holy Word Was like a hardened sword.
Fear stole the hearts of the elves Ceased laugh in the emerald dales It had not more merry regale Nobody brewed good ale.
No one knows whether faieries fleg Away into the farthest land Bod ever since nobody sees The little dwellers of hills