When Auer turns into a look
does a dream turn into love
When the day? dipped his face in the water
shall I sing only to you
Whispered the hongs
whispered the streams
sang the forest
summer evening mist?
Under the waves
p??ll? fields
the song echoes
Like the wind in the groves sneaks into my dreams
Like the forest wind is the name of my song
The evening rustling of the aspens sounds
so whispering they hug my mind< br/>[mavourneen's long]
Like mist turns to dew
will a dream change into love
When the day immerses its face to water
shall I sing only for you
Humming of the veel
ripples of stream
forest song
in summer nights eve
Beneath waves
above fields
a long echoes
Like wind in a grove I reach for dreams
Like a tune of a forest my long has no name
Choir of Alpen bends down to me
enfolding with gentle whispering