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От этой вещи у меня мурашки по коже... каждый раз.

Once was a legend of old 
In a time of days long ago 
The clattering beat of a horse on the street 
He appeared from the fog like a ghost 

I could feel him heading this way 
A storm was filling the air 
If truth will be told when the winds blow cold 
They are warning you to beware 

No the wild cannot be tamed 
Keeper of the flame 

We wondered what devil is this 
Who appears from out of the mist 
With a crack of a whip and a wave of his fist 
He was cursed and I was bewitched 

Haunted by seeing his face 
Through the mirror, the smoke and the haze 
So hard to see through the dark mystery 
The illusion was part of the game 

No the wild cannot be tamed 
Keeper of the flame 

Be careful of what you wish for 
And make sure when it knocks at your door 
It'll be what you need, not some fantasy 
That will haunt you forever more 
Let it be what you need, 
Not some fantasy that will haunt you forever more