Текст: New Trolls. Searching For A Land. Percival.

Percival is my name, my kingdom is wide
at home, my forest, still flies the unicorn
a time there was
when my blood ran wild
the dream of strenght last
ordered me to live
and I did not even know
what I was looking for
a time there was
when my blood ran wild
the dream of strenght last
hurt me to live
and I did not even know
what I was looking for
the stone that mays go on
the way not to grow on
the way to know my destiny
on love and faith may be.
Now my hair are grey
and there I did not find much.
It's useless to say
but I' ve finally understood
It's useless to say
but I've finally understood
how very hard it is to become a man (2).