Посвящается самой обаятельной девочке в мире Лизе.
I'm always dreaming how to fly,
Far, far away in blue, blue sky.
Between the birds and clouds so high
But mother said I couldn't. Why?
I don't have wings, I'm not a plane.
I can not drop from clouds as rain.
I'm simply child, a pretty one
And I can sing and love and run.