Who are you? Who am I?
Is it real the time to the ski...
Nothing?s real for the ski-
Sing the birds of paradise.
I?m afraid can to see,
Tell me, where whould you
carry me
You will soon release,
Sing the birds of paradise.
Ref:
Flying on flying on..
To the lands that you once have learn,
To the peace that once was true
For a little girl, like you
Flying on, Flying on