كلمات Rio

I'm hearing the light from the window, I'm seeing the sound of the sea, My feet have come loose from their moorings, I'm feeling quite wonderfully free. And I think I will travel to Rio Using the music for flight, There's nothing I know of in Rio, But it's something to do with the night. It's only a whimsical notion To fly down to Rio tonight, And I probably won't fly down to Rio, But then again, I just might. There's wings to the thought behind fancy, There's wings to the thought behind play And dancing to rhythms of laughter Makes laughter the rhythm of rain. So I think I will travel... I feel such a sense of well-being, The problems have come to be solved, And what I thought was proper for battle I see now is proper for love. So I think I will travel... Reno? Why Reno? Not Reno, dummy. Rio, Rio de Janeiro.