It's hard to believe continuously In those silly things that we are unsure will happen Why we are here? Standstill. Supposing that everything will be fine Do we believe in ourselves? Or we cannot do it anymore Are we proceeding or just escaping? Depends on the way of thinking Slowly or fast And so we will go Through the highest mountains, cliffs and snow Through those lushly green plains, where wind blows slow Through those colorful landscapes we never saw before Through the steepest slopes and dangerous Through the darkest forests and deepest holes Through those mysterious landscapes we never saw before and where we can grow It's hard to believe, I know but those silly things makes us to cling Why we are here? I don't know hoping that everything will be fine Do you believe in yourself? Or are you still doubting your own words? Do you proceed or just escape? Depends on how you think it Slowly or fast And so we will go Through the highest mountains, cliffs and snow Through those lushly green plains, where wind blows slow Through those colorful landscapes we never saw before Through the steepest slopes and dangerous Through the darkest forests and deepest holes Through those mysterious landscapes we never saw before Fly, don't care about what the people say to you Then glide, see for yourself, feel it with your heart Fly, don't care about what the people say to you Then glide, see for yourself, feel it with your heart