Despite the age, a young spirit.
I let it carry me.
The time is growing like tree rings1
and in the eyes there's laughter,
in the heart there's song.
Many years, many ways,
many mistakes and attempts.
Against all odds, I'm still going to the place
where I'm at loss for words
at the sight of stars.
We're chasing dreams.
We're going mad unwittingly.
We're chasing dreams.
We're going mad unwittingly.
Be who you want,
my spirit, please fly,
spread freedom,
my spirit, please fly.
My spirit, please fly.
My spirit, please fly.
Time carries like the wind,
it 'causes erosion in us
but the spirit is still the same.
Don't wait. Fly.
Dance around the sky.
Spread good energy.
Give others its part.
Seize only moments in life
to spread it further
again later.
We're chasing dreams.
We're going mad unwittingly.
We're chasing dreams.
We're going mad unwittingly.
Be who you want,
my spirit, please fly,
spread freedom,
my spirit, please fly.
My spirit, please fly.
My spirit, please fly.
Be who you want,
spread freedom,
my spirit, please fly.
1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dendrochronology#Growth_rings