Go, thought, on golden wings
Cross the mountains and fly over the oceans
Reach the land, find the place where all children go
Every night after listening to this lullaby
There you'll find their heroes alive
Protecting their innocence, bless them all
Their simple soul so pure and so wonderful
Go, thought, on the golden wings
Let this beautiful dream carry on
For all night long
Golden harp of the fateful prophets
Why does it change from the willow tree?
Rekindle the memories in your chest
It speaks to us of the time of the time that once was
Go, thought, on golden wings
Go, it places you on the slopes, on the hills
Where they smell warm and soft
The sweet breezes of the soil Christmas
Every night after listening to this lullaby

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