The day starts with dreams,
you cannot even count them,
am drifting on a million wings
to wonderland.
The day starts with the sky,
many colours I find in it
and I’m dying to be there –
my soul is a temple...
... and I will run away.
I will run away
I will run away from the world
of little things,
today, I fly off – and find light.
My friend the wind,
is always restless –
I want to be there.