I Übersetzung

When the last eagle flies
Over the last crumbling mountain,
And the last lion roars
At the last dusty fountain.
In the shadows of the forest,
Through she may be old and worn
They will stare unbelieving
At the last unicorn.

When the first breath of winter
Through the flowers is icing
And you look to the north
And a pale moon is rising
And it seems like all is dying
And would leave the world to more
In the distance hear the laughter
Of the last unicorn.

I'm alive,
I'm alive.

When the last moon is cast
Over the last star of morning
And the future has past
Without even a last desperate warning
Then look into the sky where through
The clouds a path is formed.
Look and see her how she sparkles,
It's the last unicorn.

I'm alive