When in the morning roll out from fog
people swarm like from hive
and grass smells of fresh mood
Days like this are hard to resist
The sun vawe me from behind the roofs
awaits the flight full of ideas
Ch:
after a few whiles I'll fly to the sky
(across) the blue air this morning
100 miles across ozone
I'll fly across that flight like a breeze
Like a breeze.
Dusk on the sky can't make me confused
the right beauty I'll find in that moment
If I hook up with the birds on the sky
Weak bounce, vawing of arms
the gravity can't make me feel hard
although I mean to fly through the brave high
Ch:
If I under blue wallpaper
get tired of flying to the beauty
I'd like to sit to the dusks
until I won't lost those few dreams
those few dreams.