Текст песни Дмитрий Соколов - Сказка

Behind a fabulous forest in a distant land
Waiting for the prince princess on a white horse.
In that tower high sad at the window,
Counts the years of the gray-haired sun.

There is silence at her head
On empty nights burning a candle.
And only in a dream, meeting with love,
She whispers again: "I will fly to you."

And there, beyond the mountains, beyond the blue seas
That prince dreams of his princess.
And in a sad castle under the canopy of trees
He will gather on the road, believing in luck.

Desert halls are full of silence.
In them, the music of happiness is silent about something.
Only in a dream, alive by the hope of one,
The prince flies to the cute princess on the wings.

I believe this moment will come at last.
Two tremulous hearts will merge into one.