Lyrics

In the whisper of the ancient forest,
where shadows dance to the beat,
fairies, elves and nymphs live,
weaving dreams on the green threshold.

With wings of light, a flash of magic,
the fairies laugh among honey flowers,
while the elves sing in the mist,
whispers of history, legends of yesterday.

The nymphs, guardians of rivers and fountains,
dance in waters that reflect the sun,
and in their spell, time stops,
uniting yesterday with today without pain.

You are a bridge between lost worlds,
with your art you create what once was,
in each stroke, a suspended echo,
a song of love that is never seen.

Raise your voice, artist of the soul,
let your dreams flow without end,
because even if the past sinks into calm,
in your hands, magic lives again.