Baby, little fluffs are flying over the land
Like you run sometimes far from the mark.
Baby, life is not like a song, it’s not the end
Of your dreams, crazy wishes and big love.
Streets are full of fun, starry night is near;
Don’t forget about shadows on the white ceiling.
Noisy people are passing a living child, dear,
Don’t afraid of them, don’t afraid of winning.
Baby, run away from stupid simple glass sights,
That you saw at the bottom of life in close past.
Baby, life isn’t like a singing bird, it’s a tight
Way of discovery, secrets and accurate cast.
Opened windows, ragged gloves, riddles are around
The road what was saved and reserved in advance.
Baby, don’t look at your feet on the wet ground;
Bitter rain will stop in the future like a feasible chance.