Today the weather will be fine:
I see it in the sky…
So high…
If only I could fly…
I wish I were half-man half-bird,
So I could say one only word,
To spread my wings and fly…
So high…
If only I could fly…
I‘d fly through clouds,
With just no bounds,
I’d hover high above the ground,
Above the sound,
Above the mound,
With just nobody straight around.
It is my secret dream: to fly,
To fly so very deep in sky,
So high...
If only I could fly…
If Only I Could Fly...
© Copyright: Алексий Голослов, 2003
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