Ирина Юрьевна

There's a golden rose at the bed of night when she looks at me and I hear her sigh Where do you go, my tripsy queen? And I hear her voice that she starts to sing with a haunting tune of a lover's ring Oh, play that song, my tripsy queen Yeah In the distance far away, the castle's in the air And in the shadow of the woods, I could see her there And as I watched in the moonlight The castle