On golden wings She flies at night With her dress. It's blinding white Countless diamonds And her long blond hair. The queen is coming So you better be aware. Her plums and flowers They're never the same Blue and silver, It's all her game. Flying dragons And enchanted woods, She decides, she creates It's her reality.
I like to dream, yes, yes, right between my sound machine, On a cloud of sound I drift in the night, Any place it goes is right, Goes far, flies near to the stars away from here. Close your eyes, girl, Look inside, girl, Let the sound take you away.
When the raising sun leaves from the sea Comes another day When the morning winds carress your face Breath the smell of earth When the dragons rise up to the sky Let your mind fly high When the mighty centaurs strike the ground Run into this land.