I heard (about) time, when the our world
Was still young; with the faerie word
Dew of silver spilled on green leas
And gold on the hills

Nobody heard on the earth
'Bout dragons, evil and death,
Gaints, rolls, and only the elves
Were living in those days

It had not more beauteous sight
Then the fays danced in moonlit night
Grace-cups filled with mead and good ale
On the merry regale

And white boats glided o'er the seas
To the isle of white apple-trees
When the fair wind sang in the sail
Boats winged their way

A few mortals happened to see amaging land
And soon fairytales sank info oblivion
But one day the voice from legend
Will proclaim, and then the elves will return

But winter came in the charming clime
In the kingdom of fadeless prime
And the fallen white petals off slowly
Have paving the sea

New god game from foreign land
God with crown of thornson his head
And for the elves histhe Holy Word
Was like a hardened sword

Fear stole the hearts of the elves
Ceased laugh in the emerald dales
It had not more merry regale
Nobody brewed good ale

No one knows whether faieries fleg
Away into the farthest land
Bod ever since nobody sees
The little dwellers of hills