Silent Stream کے بول

The oldest tree in the forest Tells the story from the old time Tale of the fairy and her guide The Stream dates from 1365 She fell in love with the King of men Will she trade her immortal life for love... Or will it be the pain? Oh, silent stream, Whispering wind, Tell me my destiny, Oh, will I stay fair Or the dark will cover me Nine days from now, you'll see the sign Your Fairy soul belongs to the nature... I'm calling the darkness I calling the dawn To stop all the blooming And hear mother's moan I'm calling the shadows And stormwinds to sail All that is living Now is to pale