The sky is blue and I’m dreaming.
Tell me - is it true the way I am leading?
Where? Brazil, Jamaica or Sahara?
Stepping the ladder towards the sky?
In my dreams, sometimes I’m so shy!
The bigger they are, the brighter…
to have ones, you must be a fighter.
Not an easy thing to dream, to fly!
You must have a spunk, always try!
And the birds keep singing high…
I want to open my palm and see
how the little pebbles scatter!
And dive with the wind into the sea.
On the top… the world is one
little colored spot, only mine!
