That's the story of Little boy who was Looking for the truth With no way getting in. "Why you people build All this huge machines, If you could just take off And run into the sky". He was full of doubts And the fairy clouds were making his head is not bright. He was such a kind That was lost to find Now tell me what it is Then you're got on your curious mind.
Fly to the other side Where the mistery burning moonlight. Right where the free birds fly And you never get back from the sky.
Whatever happens The birds fly home to these great trees. Whatever happens The time will wash The foolish fears. Just happy tears Just green and blue...
Anything you can get it in a dream. Any role you can set it in a dream. And prise you'll pay For the brand new day.
Fly to the other side Where the mistery burning moonlight. Right where the free birds fly And you never get back from the sky.