اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
[Simon, standing high above the plain:]
Fly high in the air, king of the heavens
I wonder where your journey ends
And why it began
Fly master of time, to the cities of the sunrise
I stand in awe and try to see
Myself through your eyes
Fly, king of the world
Though I doubt your existence
I plant the seeds of wing and word
And hope that they grow
