Old Lullabies And Ancient Tales

I will turn into a bird flying high
Singing songs of stars and sunlight
And the lands lost far away
Beyond the shade of day

Once I will come back to you, my dear
With first snow of late November eve

I will come out of shadows
Turning into sweet wind spring
I will sing you to sleep
Taking away all your sorrows

Once I will come back to you, my love
With cold wind of October night

The path leads us
Far away
So far from warm home
To white stars
Shining so high
In moonless dark blue sky

Turning into a nightingale
I will sing a song for you
Silently sitting by your side

I will turn into a nightingale
Singing for you
Of all the paths unwalked
All the tales yet untold
Far lands unseen
Lost deep in a misty dream

The story never ends
Leading us ahead
It calls us through all good and bad
Writing all parts through the memory
It will never fade within
So I will forever remember adventures in that song
You sang by the fire once, so far from home

I will turn into a silver stream
Running across the golden mead

I will dwell with spring bells through the wind
Turning into white flow of melted snow underneath

I will sit by a cradle
Singing old lullabies
Telling the stories long-forgotten
Leaving dear home behind
I will go on an adventure
Searching for new lands
Reaching cold mountains high

I will turn into sweet spring wind
Singing above your head
Playing in your hair

I will sing you lullabies
Sweeter than honey of midsummer eve
Brighter than stars sparkling in your eyes

I will sit by the cradle
Telling the stories of long-forgotten lands
While you sleep so sweet in my arms
And the night is painting with care the dream in your eyes