Fantasy

I stood near the cove

and in the dark I saw the fairy

I felt into the dazing scent

oh, the sweet intoxicant

Oh, the sweet intoxicant

my scares have been mend

Oh, her sweet alurment

She was a breeze, I can´t....

breeze of the vanilla island

I can´t go back to land

I´m dreaming about you

I´m prisoner of dragonfly

I´m prisoner of your yellow plait

You are my yesterday,

but every day is tomorow

I´m form with the unseen sorow...

You´re mendicious bent

fool of thyme

You torture me every night

You fill my heart with

the song of young blades

and I can´t forget

I´m naked and I eavesdrop in

front of your door

and I see your face in the

golden clouds..

Why you are so bad to me?

Oh, just fantasy...just fantasy