I am flying, I am flying.
Like the bird cross the sky.
I am flying, passing the high clouds.
To be with you, to be free...
I feel angina pectoris, I am hurt.
You fills my heart with very special things.
With angel songs.
With wild imaginings...
I am sailing, I am sailing.
Home again cross the sea.
I am sailing, I am sailing.
to be near you to be free... |