He was the wizard of the thousand kings
and I chanced to meet him one night wandering;
he told me tales and he drank my wine.
Me and my magic man kind of feeling fine.

He had a coat of gold and eyes of fire,
and as he spoke to me, I felt a deep desire, to free the world of its fear and pain,
and help the people to fell free again.

Why don`t we listen to the voices in our heart?
Couse then I know we`ll find,
we are not so far apart.
Everybody is got to be happy,
everyone should sing!
Couse we know the joy of life at least we are looking free.

So spoke the wizard in his mountain home;
the vision of his wisedom means we will never be alone, and I will dream of my magic night,
and the milion silver stars that guide me with their light.