Only with you I want to stay,
Flying across the sky, away.
I am feeling like a real king,
And beneath us is everything.
I haven´t treasures nor estate,
But I offer something great.
Over the tops of the oldest trees,
Your flying soul plays with me.
The wind is soft and the air clean,
Such a view I´ve never seen.
Close to you, alone with me,
Crossing skies and sailing seas.
Fast my magic, fast,
My heart is free at last.
Racing across the skyline,
Forever you´ll be mine.
For my magic is fancy made,
But my illusions never fade.
Pleasure of freedom, I can fly,
Further, further, high so high.
Skrevet d.
5. november 2005, 13:15
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