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Go!
The night is hot – the air is vibrating
I'm so sensitive as something calls me silently
I grab my T-shirt, my boots and leatherjacket
and step out in the night to look from where's the call
which tells me:
Go, go
Go to the fairy
Go to the fairyland!
The moon is bright – he looks to me with winking
I follow the way the stars are shining on so clear
To a dark green meadow where many lights are blinking
The dancefloor is prepared, a golden maid is waiting
there for...?
Go, go
Go to the fairy
Go to the fairyland!
We turn around – and turn around in circles
We turn around in time and both we feel so high, high, high
I don't know who'd called me in this night so softly
But I had to obey this call on trust
which tells me:
Go, go
Go to the fairy
Go to the fairyland!
I had to
Go,go
Go to the fairy
Go to the fairyland!
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