The cold dawn quietly foretells,
I'm not scared, but I'd rather not know.
Is this my day?
I want to follow the stream
far away - for you!
Let the fairies know, that I'll be back one day,
to where we walked through the flowers of coral.
There are no rocks for me, the star shows me the way,
I shall hold your hand on the shore once more one day.
All the cannons sing out loud,
eyelids drop into darkness.
This is my day.
The current went away without me.
Let the fairies know ...