Song for you

I'm going up, I'm going up in the sky, All the people are looking back to me. I'm feeling the freedom of flying My eternal, my eternal desire. Ha, ha, all are green with envy! Like a grass in the darkness. But I'm afraid, this is nothing but dreams Eternal, eternal I'll remember them. Soft wind slides down between my fingers And I'm waking in my warm bed.

Ivana Razmoska