• The wind blows furiously
    Blowing me to another world

    To a world where
    the grass is pink
    and yaks are yellow

    Where roses are blue
    violets are red

    Where dreams come true
    and you can stay in bed

    What a wonderful world that would be
    As happy and peaceful as
    the world could be

    But then the wind blows
    and the world slowly goes...