In the forest at the dawn - golden fog,
In the forest at the dawn - silent trees
Here I used to walk alone long before,
Telling stories to myself, dreaming dreams.

Oh, these hills were mountains, lost in clouds,
Oh, this wood was ancient wood, full of magic,
I was a prince from fairy tale, and these lands
Were my own enchanted kingdom, I imagined.

My imaginary folk, strong and brave,
Lived a happy peaceful life all around,
But behind the mountines, in a cave -
There was my fair Ann still uncrowned

Oh, I climbed these woody hills up, and then
Stared from the very top down at town,
Where she lived, my lady Ann, real Ann,
Whom I promised made of fog golden crown

Now Im no longer kid, nor a prince,
I had several fair ladies and a wife,
But here I am again, among silent trees,
At the very starting point of my life

Sun is climbing slowly up in the sky,
Morning airs getting clear, fog is gone,
Only tiny piece of it doesn't die -
Shining softly in my hands golden crown...