Above

Take me to the prairies where I can see the buffaloes. Take me to the green forests, where I can hear the hidden wolves. Take me to somewhere to be composing a melody. Let me go down the river, Let me be wild. We listen to the Nature, we wait for a nightingale to sing the notes at dawn. Wait for me to be dancing on a compass on the stage. Be my wings, be my singer, Be my morning back In front of the courtains, the limelight envolving us in one, above everything we worry about.