we are flying tomorrow to the star sky,
i am losing in your eyes my shy.
and we will see world from such height,
where was born the brightest morning light.
we will dance on beautiful orange clouds.
the starlight flows from the height on us.
we will laugh keeping for each other hands,
looking from our clouds to different lands.
probably, so dreams become truth,
when our real life become smooth,
when we can dance, be happy and flying...
...to our star sky which the brightest shine