| Following the whistler we’ll going straight ahead
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| One by one, magic’s flowing hear the whistler and his songs
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| He show us all the secrets of the music, life and spells
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| Teach the language of birds, magic rhymes that sounds like bells
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| Step by step we’re going staring at this beautiful faun
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| Leaded by this wise man that came from the underground
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| The tunes he plays sounds like a nightingale
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| His old whistle lead us to the rainbow
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| He is the last man who knows old words to charm on
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| So come on…
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| Waiting for his sign — We´re following his light
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| Facing all this Bright — shall leave this world behind |