Many many times I asked myself a question
Why was I born, why did I grow up and get older
Why do the clouds swim and why does the rain come
In this world for yourself don't wait for anything
I'd fly to the clouds - what a pity I've got no wings
That starry world is alluring me from the far
But it's not easy to reach the for the star, though the aim is so close
And I don't know If I have enough force for throwing
I'll wait a bit more
And I'll prepare for the trip
For the hope and dream
Don't burn down my star, wait
I've got to cover such a long distance I don't know
How many summets shall I conquer yet, to find you
From how many steep cliff shall I fall down
How many times shall I start everything from scratch, and if it is worthy for
I'll wait a bit more
And I'll prepare for the trip
For the hope and dream
Don't burn down my star, wait