I am flying high above in the sky,
seeing rivers, mountains and valleys passing by.
My wings unfolded I glide high in the air,
above here where I am – there is no grief – no single bit of despair.
The softest breeze of father wind,
makes my feathers quiver
The tender touch of sister sun,
removes all shiver
The gentle kiss of brother rain,
washes away all the pain.
Oh, how lovely it is to fly around the world,
passing all the beauty – that mankind cannot see.
All the beauty of what was and will ever be!
So I dance with all my brothers and sisters,
high above in the air.
Above here where we are – there is no grief – no single bit of despair.
So high we fly,
So high we glide,
So high … so high …
Oh, how lovely it is to fly around the world,
passing all the beauty – that mankind cannot see.
All the beauty of what was and will ever be!
I see Mother Earth in all her beauty,
see the silk-like appearing deserts,
the greenish rivers in the jungles.
I see the mountains and touch their tips,
I see the oceans and their shores.
I see the valleys and hills in shiny green.
So high we fly,
So high we glide,
So high … so high …
Oh, how lovely it is to fly around the world,
passing all the beauty – that mankind cannot see.
All the beauty of what was and will ever be!