To the sky, which one sunrise has given me birth,
To the sky, from the boring and pityful ground,
To the sky, to the sun, and to thunders around.
To the sky, where a pegasus only can be,
To the sky, where I'm happy, and joyful, and free,
to the sky, just as fast, as I could ever fly,
To the sun, to the clouds, to the sky.
To the sky, to the joy I won't try to explain,
To the sky, to the rainbow, to wind in my mane,
To the sky, to one place, where my dreams can be true,
To the sky, to the stormfront, and through.
To the sky, to the realm I truly belong,
To the sky, in a flash, with a triumphant song,
To the sky, to a chilly bizarre in July,
To the life, to the dream, to the sky.
To the sky, where will end what has sometimes began,
To the sky, where it's going to happen again,
To the sky, to the canyons and plains made of clouds,
To the sky, where the wind sings, and rainbow applauds.
To the sky, for my feathers to tickle the air,
To the sky, to the danger, exiting and fair,
Noone knows where he's going when he is to die-
But I know, I will go to the sky.
