בית האוכל של אדלברט ואלכסנדרין

I am the magician, and this is my song -

For coins and cards are nothing for my skilled hands

I bowed before the windy night with prayer on my lips.

The glory of that winter night, stars are audience

I knew that night the shiny stars are hypocrites.

People thought illusions are my secret art

Trying to hide them in my sleeve and kill them all,

And with this knowing, the sweet dream is falling apart

Somethimes it's better not to know at all.

Wide future is calling me to come along

I don't know if I want to, but they say I might,

For I am the magician, and this is my song

About that time I did my tricks, and I bowed before the night.

שיר רציני ראשון באנגלית. נא להיות עדינים.