Won't it be wonderful to fly?
See everything high, from above the clouds and the sun,
See it all, every moment that passes by,
Without having the commitment of coming down, living and
making a difference.

And if I'll have to come down - I'll do it for you.
Place my finger on your soft lips,
You know you don't have to say a thing,
Just - be.
Enjoy the moment, it may not last forever, although it
should,
And I'll sell my soul - so it would.

Looking at that life, which seem so peaceful and easy only
at first.
But then they become beautiful, full of joy, sentimental
things and pleasure.
But only because all I see is you.
And there is nothing else - all the rest - not important, so
unstable and uncertain.

Have a mercy - look at me back.
I'll only need the gentle feel of your sight - to feel
alive.