It's not all that clear, but pretty shadows of joy and faith combined.
I let my fantasy play tricks on me.
Who knows, maybe you'll dream the same and you too will see.
Wild, wild escape. Fly me over the rainbow,
Grant me a glance into this imaginary landscape.
Where children are free to play in the mud,
And no cry is heard, no hero will spit blood.
I paint life with a color that only exists in my heart.
A daydream about finding peace and light, who gets a flawless start.
I let myself create this new paradise.
Who knows, you might reflect on it too and join me by surprise.
Sweet, sweet escape. Fly us over the rainbow,
Grant us a warm home in this majestic landscape.
Where children are free to play in the mud,
No cry is heard and no hero will spit blood.
