Boris Aileron
On a light-filled hill that has never been visited You've just looked up at ...the blue sky, for instance You adore it, you dance
Into the distance... Panting, singing Along the ridge line that is ablaze with flowers You are tracing
Show me more I'd like to watch it for ever Show me what bliss is Soak me with your blissful smile
You can just try and fly there
Until you reach there Away, away, far away And tell me about the scent of the wind
You're gradually finding what the world is for you While chasing the thing awaiting for you
And I'm watching you right here
Playing with the light All the while Tiny wings With clear eyes
Fly, fly away
