Lyrics

At a stone's throw away from the sea of time In the land of Nearby, which is as near as mine The emperor hat a special flute Made out of precious wood And in its reflection he could see things Happiness, laughter, a child that sings But he'd better watch it He should not touch it The happiness would fade, the laughter die The singing-child would start to cry The emperor, he knew it And what did he do? He blew it