Flying کے بول

Only with you I want to stay Flying across (the) space away I am feeling like a real king And beneath us is everything I haven't treasures nor estates But I offer something great Over the tops of oldest trees Your flying soul plays with me (The) wind is a stroke when the air is clean Such a view I've never seen Pleasure of freedom, I can fly Further, further, high so high [chorus] Fast my magic, fast Flying across the skyline My free heart at last Forever will be mine Close to you, alone with me Crossing skies or sailing seas For my magic is fancy-made But my illusions never fade Pleasure of reedom, I can fly Further, further, high so high [chorus]