The Land of the Himmaphan Songtext
von Slot Machine

There once lived a boy
with a painted forehead
He took a stroll through
the haunted forest
Wanting to find the
enchanted castle
Afraid of his fate
and the creepy crawlies
It′s not a, it's not a, a fairytale

Dance with the wild,
you′re a child, your imagination
Run with the wind,
you're a king of your own creation
Dance on the grave of your dreams
It's not a fairytale


Meanwhile back in the misty meadow
He found the path from
an eloquent sparrow
Afraid of his fate
and the creepy crawlies
Takes out his brush,
paints a different story
It′s not a, it′s not a, a fairytale

Dance with the wild,
you're a child, your imagination
Run with the wind,
you′re a king of your own creation
Dance on the grave of your dreams
It's not a fairytale
So dance where you′re wild,
be a child in your own creation
Fly through the wind,
you're the king of imagination
Dance on the grave of your dreams
It′s not a fairytale


Dance where you're wild,
be a child in your own creation
Fly through the wind,
you're the king of imagination
Dance on the grave of your dreams
It′s not a fairytale
So dance with the wild,
you′re a child, your imagination
Run with the wind,
you're a king of your own creation
Dance on the grave of your dreams
It′s not a fairytale