I don’t know is there an island floating somewhere in the sky.
It’s the wonder for two persons, it’s the purpose of my life.
I was told that people’s fears can not reach such distant place,
Every man and every woman are wearing smile on their faces.
Mockingbirds are telling stories, and those stories are full of love,
Full of trust and, to be honest, I’m done and it’s enough.

I suggest you to find route and stop procrastinate and cry,
Find someone who can teach you how to understand and fly.
Maybe you can reach places which no single ever seen,
And those places may be better that this island what I mean.
Anyway, it’s not my story. It’s not mine debut and end.
I wish happiness and time to
Find somewhere this distant land.