I should like to rise and go
Where below another sky
The eastern wind blows
And valleys diversify.
Colourful volcanoes
My head's over ground
It's the eruption of snow
Merging mountaintops and clouds.
I should like to rise and go
Where above another ground
The western wind blows
And skies diversify.
Pack my bags and go
And travel all around
Freedom is the unknown
I take off to other ground.