In the summer I escape
To the realm of Neverland
Where the horror and desperation
Are like dust in the wind
I forget the reality of man
I create a parallel history
I let my words flow like the ocean
In my tales of fantasyHere the wild and restless
They roam with liberty
They make the race of freedom
Until they reach the mighty sea
I sit on the golden chair
I paint the world around me
I dream of the perfect future
In my tales of fantasy
How frail is the world now
And bended by the sorrow
Tell me soon, oh lord
If hope will come tomorrow
Peace here is a martial law
Love reigns with sovereignty
I make the earth breathe again
In my tales of fantasy
And I dream of the ballerina;
The lady of the crimson mare
We dance on top of a waterfall
On the theater of the shooting stars
Our love reaps flowers of joy
The world is in harmony
Yes the dream is certainly real
In my tales of fantasy