Мирабелла

Where have all the good men gone, and where are all the gone? Where's the street wide earth to flee to fight the right in our? Isn't there a white night upon the fiery sea? Late at night I touch and I turn and I dream of what I need. I need a hero, I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night. He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be bad, cause he's gotta be fresh from the fight. I need a hero.