Текст песни The Land of Himmaphan (Slot Machine) с переводом

There once lived a boy

with a painted forehead

He took a stroll through

the haunted forest

Wanting to find the

enchanted castle

Afraid of his fate

and the creepy crawlies

It’s not a, it’s not a, a fairytale

Dance with the wild,

you’re a child, your imagination

Run with the wind,

you’re a king of your own creation

Dance on the grave of your dreams

It’s not a fairytale

Meanwhile back in the misty meadow

He found the path from

an eloquent sparrow

Afraid of his fate

and the creepy crawlies

Takes out his brush,

paints a different story

It’s not a, it’s not a, a fairytale

Dance with the wild,

you’re a child, your imagination

Run with the wind,

you’re a king of your own creation

Dance on the grave of your dreams

It’s not a fairytale

So dance where you’re wild,

be a child in your own creation

Fly through the wind,

you’re the king of imagination

Dance on the grave of your dreams

It’s not a fairytale

Dance where you’re wild,

be a child in your own creation

Fly through the wind,

you’re the king of imagination

Dance on the grave of your dreams

It’s not a fairytale

So dance with the wild,

you’re a child, your imagination

Run with the wind,

you’re a king of your own creation

Dance on the grave of your dreams

It’s not a fairytale

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