legends

leave comforts -- delusion of being rich

go far to travel, live life as pilgrimage




see beauty of mountains, sit in a cave

in which Adam lived, where Eva her apple gave




visit old kings' palaces, now crumbling into dust,

let the wind tell you a story which meaning you might grasp




listen, Uki to these ancient halls

old legends are written on their walls




these ancient legends tell you a beautiful story,

about the true love, about the brave, and their glory




in the courtyard with a statue of real beauty,

a goddess maybe, a perfect woman and a real cutie




millennia have passed, my princess, since you walked this flower alley

since my lips last touched yours, alive, in the paradise valley




we sung the songs in which eternal love we were swearing

today, your memory is dying, the statue to your beauty's weathering




the desert will soon swallow you into oblivion and you'll be gone,

I am the wind, immortal, to search endlessly this empty home




people will come and wonder about the old statues: Who was who?

I'd give my life for just one more year with you.