كلمات Bliss

Sun burns away the mist, cold morning breeze blows Breeze takes away the petals of a dying blood-red rose Today is mine because my life is in my hands The plane will carry me away from native lands I've lost the comfort, choke with anger in my home Just wanna peace of mind, please leave me now alone I'll say good-bye to all my enemies and friends The plane will carry me away from native lands Oh, that is great to look from the sky... It must be really a bliss... Oh, that is great to look from the sky... I am in perfect bliss...