http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpVVjevM4JY
Barely a rainy day was lit
When a deer raced across the street.
Leaving far behind old city dust
Like an arrow, he flew very fast.
Come back, my forest friend, and in the name of freedom
Take me away, my friend, to garden land of Eden,
With no room for doubts
To pines that reach sky clouds.
I wanna run with you, my deer friend.
He was loose - what else for he was borne? -
Piercing clouds with a heavy horn.
And it seemed that sky above of him
Turns to azure like it’s in a dream.
Some would say that miracles are false.
There’s no such a magic force.
But I’m faithful to a deep belief
That the fairy tale will always live.
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