I'm a kite. I'm a kite.
Freely hanging in the sky,
There are neither hindrances nor rules,
Rather, the only things here are infinite possibilities and bravery.
I'm a kite. I'm a kite.
I want to try and survey the landscape.
I'm not God, and I'm no angel,
Be that as it may, I walk above the earth without a care.
Why is it that people constantly talk
About whether those certain somebodies in that well-known place
Are glorious or pitiable?
*It impossible to answer that question, so shut up.
Who says that it is impossible for me to live uninhibited?
In this, my own society of my own lifestyle, my heart is my only guide.*
I'm a kite. I'm a kite.
We've become accustomed to limitations.
Letting yourself be manipulated through praise and scorn,
Is most natural, so people say.
I'm a kite. I'm a kite.
I want to try and survey the landscape.
It is neither blue nor green.
If I can't see the unforeseeable, there is no future.
Why do people cradle garbage,
Wishing for this thing and that thing,
And think they are planning for the future?
It is ok to be puzzled for an answer,
But this is not just my problem
In all of this whole wide world of our earth,
There isn't someone like that, who lives totally free.
Da-di-da Being an angel
Da-di-da Who can hear all,
Da-di-da And weeps for the sound,
Well, that isn't me.
* Repeat[edit]Last edit by Keleayon on Sunday 03 Oct, 2010 at 10:57 +7%[/edit]
