In wide grassland wind has grown All my stories are high-flown So when you sit there all alone Just try to recall me them intone
In far kingdom sun has shone You can hear young knights’ baritone He devotes his song to her Whose heart melts under a spell
One hundred thousand years ago When wild wolves howled on the moon The bravest Human who sat near them Was attentively looking at the moons’ diadem As well..
Attempting to catch the elusive bird That’s like believing in that stories which you’ve just heard However you don’t really need to believe Just close your eyes and try it to feel
And once you feel your fingers are getting cold It means that somewhere in the grassland the wind has grown