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I fly a kite into the clouds The serpent thinks he himself can fly, It seems a snake, he will be able to rush off to heaven, If he succeeds in breaking his thread.
Torn from the hands, like a stubborn bird, Angry at a thin thread for being durable It’s a pity, but so far he cannot understand one thing, Life for him is a thread in my hands.
Fly, fly over the clouds Call me with you, call me. But don’t forget that the thread is thin - Do not tear, do not tear. Don’t cut it off.
We are a bit like a snake made of paper In life big, helping to soar above the ground, Reaching out, reaching out to us from his native threshold The childhood and youth of our invisible thread.
We all need this thread, like air, At a joyful hour, or at an hour when it’s not easy, Remember those who are waiting for us, those who created us, Who taught us to fly high-high.
Fly, fly over the clouds Call me with you, call me. But don’t forget that the thread is thin - Do not tear, do not tear.
Fly, fly over the clouds Call me with you, call me. But don’t forget that the thread is thin - Do not tear, do not tear.
Fly. Fly.
But don’t forget that the thread is thin - Do not tear, do not tear.
Fly, fly over the clouds Call me with you, call me. But don’t forget that the thread is thin - Do not tear, do not tear.
Fly, fly over the clouds Call me with you, call me. But don’t forget that the thread is thin - Do not tear, do not tear.
Fly, fly over the clouds Call me with you, call me. But don’t forget that the thread is thin - Do not tear, do not tear.
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