In the days of old
Stars disappear, nights are growing cold
Oh, heroes of our schemes
Reaching out to someone, someone of their dreams
When the lighting strikes
When the children sigh
When the magic dies
Calling all heroes
When the voice decays
When the death remains
When the music fades
Calling all heroes
In these days of old
Heroes appear, fantasy unfolds
Stories untold
Voices of the heart, magic of the soul
Oh, heroes of our schemes
Reaching out to someone, someone of their dreams
When the lighting strikes
When the children sigh
When the magic dies
Calling all heroes
When the voice decays
When the death remains
When the music fades
Calling all heroes
It's calling out to me
Fantasy or reality, love can never be
Oh, solidarity
Deny the cheap insanity, you're reaching out to me
When the lighting strikes
When the children sigh
When the magic dies
Calling all heroes
When the voice decays
When the death remains
When the music fades
Calling all heroes
|
Switch to Russian 
