Перевод песни Blackmore's Night - Faerie queen - Faerie dance

Over on the hill, there grows a flower

Growing quicker still, more perfect by the hour

Deep within that flower is a tiny chair

All are fringed with gold, the faerie queen sits there

It is in her breath that the wind does blow

It is in her heart as pure as winter snow

It is in her tears, the crystal raindrops fall

And within her years that she is in us all

Oh, dark eyes help me see

Just one look, she is gone

Look on me, we are one

Fading with the setting sun

As the willow bows to her majesty

All the forest flowers love her mystery

Who would not admire? Who does not adore?

Who does not desire? Who wishes to see more?