| I want to tell you of a place that I recall | |
| Where you're drawn by the seduction | |
| And the beauty of it all | |
| You can step into another world | |
| Of poetry and dreams | |
| In a land of mystery | |
| Images dance, translucent colours seem to shine | |
| They're a ghostly recollection | |
| Of another space and time | |
| I imagine I can hear their voices calling me | |
| To the land of mystery | |
| Where the Russian heart is strong | |
| Like the beating of a drum | |
| Where the magic lingers on | |
| And the fight for thruth is won | |
| Deep in the European soul | |
| And love's eternal flame was burning deep inside | |
| It was the purest inspiration | |
| That he never tried to hide | |
| When you see the lovers floating | |
| You can almost hear them sigh | |
| As you watch them dancing | |
| Up into the sky | |
| The world's realities are not to be denied | |
| But must we keep destroying all our fantasies | |
| It's hard to look beyond when terror fills our eyes | |
| We mustn't give up trying to let our dreams survive | |
| I touch the paintings with the fingers of my heart | |
| Like a supernatural love affair that's just about to start | |
| But there'll always be the hidden dreams I'll never see | |
| In the land of mystery |