Fly - Dreamtale

She was a slave not a wife

There was nothing in life

That she could care for

She had no respect

There was only reject

All around her

Once she had a dream

Of something she had never seen

Of someone in a beautiful scene

A figure of man in black

Said there was no turning back

«Take my hand and come with me»

He said, «We can fly, fly, fly… fly, fly, Fly!»

Now Fly, fly, fly — You and I

Above so high — We can fly

You and I — Now fly!

Was it real or dream?

She could still feel the wind

Blowing her hair and skin

A figure of man in black

Told her that he could come back

In change of her useless life and soul

They could fly, fly, fly… fly, fly, fly, FLY!"