Final Flight

I fly independent in the world of constraints,

I fly independent in the world of constraints... 

They know what I said, 

I know what I meant.

A pious fountain of squeezed happiness inside,

it's real and worthy.

Sprinkles of whom are drying to splay, 

and walls are stubborn and sturdy.

But I fly independent in the world of constraints,

They know what I said,

I know what I meant. 

and fly... hmm hmm...

Fly... hmm hmm...

It welcomes the end, but not to say, 

May someone hear something on that side of constraint,

And opens a portal in the world of ecstasy, 

and love overwhelmed,

What a beautiful world is that,

Which roams inside me;

And a fountain, 

Which bursts inside me...