Hero

One sight at world which is not mine
Is worse than bottle of bad vine
And worse than all other troubles
Which are to happen with the Fortune’s lovers.

Chorus:

But a candle on the table
Tells me: Hero, you are able,
Tells me: Waiting for too long
Isn’t destiny of strong.

And nobody can stop me going
To the Nation which is calling.
So I use the unicorn instead
Of weak and frighten horse, which’s dead.

I can use the spells to fight
Or the clouds for my flight.
I’m Hero of this World
I’m son of Nation’s Lord.

Chorus.

Every man in dark-skin forest
Is too “quite” and too “modest”.
I shall teach this moody brothers
How they should behave with others.

Chorus.

Nation’s calling. I am going.
Mother’s calling. I am going.
Sword is calling. I am going.
I am going! I’ll be there very soon!

Chorus.