The master of wisdom
The master of Fable
It's the even that fly
It's the even that enchant

Fabled King of the World
Fly free by the sky
Boaster of the World
Like the plume of Avalon

A day
Artur will be to turn
Of the island (of) Avalon
And like a eagle will cross the sky

Knights of Round Table
Sow the love and the compassion
By the meadows and mountains
In our heart

Still exist the hope
We still wait the day
And that cure island
Will bring the Artur

(After the chorus)
Someday he will turn
Someday…