Out here, life is at its essence,
And watches the world with innocent eyes;
Far from grime, far from rushing people
It seems that I have found a tiny peace.
On the blue backdrop of the unknown
Water droplets trace their paths;
On the sky, mortals hang on metal -
But who is to know how long either will last?
The lovely white clouds glide
Across the sky and into my dreams.
I feel as though I had died some time ago:
Now I'll wander with the clouds through eternal space.
Now I'll wander with the clouds through eternal space.