Then you'll run Rather than crawl Then you'll run Rather than crawl

When ambitions lose their way, and wings need reasons to fly, When ambitions lose their way, and wings need reasons to fly,

The splendid Sun which rules the skies And each and every star, The splendid Sun which rules the skies And each and every star,

How come your charm, Is so intense, How come your charm, Is so intense,

Neither soothing like the Moon Nor cosy like the Earth Neither soothing like the Moon Nor cosy like the Earth

At the end, he asks the King, The one who rules the skies, At the end, he asks the King, The one who rules the skies,