It's hard to believe continuously
In those silly things that we are unsure will happen
Why we are here? Standstill.
Supposing that everything will be fine
Do we believe in ourselves?
Or we cannot do it anymore
Are we proceeding or just escaping?
Depends on the way of thinking
Slowly or fast
And so we will go
Through the highest mountains, cliffs and snow
Through those lushly green plains, where wind blows slow
Through those colorful landscapes we never saw before
Through the steepest slopes and dangerous
Through the darkest forests and deepest holes
Through those mysterious landscapes we never saw before*
and where we can grow
It's hard to believe, I know
but those silly things makes us to cling
Why we are here? I don't know
hoping that everything will be fine
Do you believe in yourself?
Or are you still doubting your own words?
Do you proceed or just escape?
Depends on how you think it
Slowly or fast
And so we will go
Through the highest mountains, cliffs and snow
Through those lushly green plains, where wind blows slow
Through those colorful landscapes we never saw before
Through the steepest slopes and dangerous
Through the darkest forests and deepest holes
Through those mysterious landscapes we never saw before*
and where we can grow
Fly, don't care about what the people say to you
Then glide, see for yourself, feel it with your heart
