Following the whistler we'll going straight ahead One by one, magic's flowing hear the whistler and his songs He show us all the secrets of the music, life and spells Teach the language of birds, magic rhymes that sounds like bells
Step by step we're going staring at this beautiful faun Leaded by this wise man that came from the underground
The tunes he plays sounds like a nightingale His old whistle lead us to the rainbow He is the last man who knows old words to charm on So come on Waiting for his sign we're following his light Facing all this bright -shall leave this world behind
