Edyta Górniak - Będę śniła

The last people who were chasing the wind are gone.
They are in lands of sleeping towns,
In pupils of lakes, in spikes of grass, in streamers of trees
Like a dream and spell

I'm gonna dream my fairy tale
I'll come back here again
In dark castles is a hidden treasure
But how?
Horses are running, there's a silence of haze
Who knows the way?
Who could make them stop?
The great love is hidin' in the old walls.
But there's the big tears too.

In the cold gaze of stars
I can see the beautiful knights in the silver armours
They're rasing
Above the night, above the dream, above the time

I'm gonna dream my fairy tale
In dark castles is a hidden treasure
Horses are running, there's a silence of haze
Who could make them stop?

My fairy tale
I'm gonna dream my fairy tale
I'll come back here again