Oh my God is it really true? This bourdon is so nice
Who ordered me such curious surprise? I hear my love is skirling somewhere near in the sky Close to angels dancing high above
I can fly, yes, I am alive I can glide and dive into the clouds It’s my flight, flight in Paradise Young again. Here you never die
Happiness in heaven Way to Paradise People turn to angels While the bagpipes cry
Tell me what’re you made for? Need eternal life? People turn to angels While the bagpipes cry
I’ve got wings, I swop my songs to flight and it’s divine Here there is no money and no fame All that happens comes from here and has its proper time Earth is a stop between the sky and flame
I can fly, yes, I am alive I can glide and dive into the clouds It’s my flight, flight in Paradise Young again. Here you never die