This speed in my head
makes me fly.
Fly, fly over the sky.
I shoot to the moon,
who are You?
Mens from the Mars
marching to the wars.
Head on the speed,
I learning to fly.
Don´t ask me why
all the children cry.
Stillborn thoughts weeping,
but only in the Sun.
The Sun is sleeping,
happiness is a gun.
I learning to fly.
makes me fly.
Fly, fly over the sky.
I shoot to the moon,
who are You?
Mens from the Mars
marching to the wars.
Head on the speed,
I learning to fly.
Don´t ask me why
all the children cry.
Stillborn thoughts weeping,
but only in the Sun.
The Sun is sleeping,
happiness is a gun.
I learning to fly.
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Vanhimmat
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