as many kites as you want Silent cloud fair, stealing your sky When the sun sets, the sky is blue, if the color of desire is pink In the name of the sun on the horizon, busy time goes by Suddenly in this whimsical wind, your wish kite is flying Pull the thread to fly, the blue of the sky is going to steal On the shores of that white cloud, all your wishes fly Akash feels capricious, loses without knowing anything The barrier of your thread is the sky, the wind has lost its color Silent desire, suddenly lost You are walking alone in this light, make me your companion As unruly as the shadow of a cloud, the dreamland is stealing When the blue sky turns pink, the kite is going away Shutoya says that he will see the sky and other worlds Suddenly in this whimsical wind, your cloudy line is breaking Pull the thread to fly, see that the sky will be again