How many times how many times
again and again putting my head up
I look up the skies
with wonder and marvel
but all that seen is avoid
Please don't ask me
about it any more
Please ask the skies
nothing any longer
The moments of sad and lonely
is a part of my respiration
Can you feel how joyful glad
and cheerful it is
in spite of a change of season
it is always constant
See the very blue skies
Just once or twice
just trice or quarter
again and again asking my self
There is no answer
But only birds flying the skys
Please don't ask me
about it any more
Please don't ask the about it
any longer
The moments of sad and lonely
is a part of my respiration
Can you feel how joyful glad
and cheerful it is
in spite of a change of season
it is always constant
See the very blue skies
again and again and again
how many times
again and again and again
put your hands up