Dj Nickovich - Clouds

Then vanish on their way.
Clouds, why man horses racing high?
Clouds, why do we fly without a sight?
Please don't look down from up above,
Take us riding through the sky, oh clouds we love.
We'll rush into a sky so far, past fading stars,
Like little sparks.
A star will softly fall to me and stay in hair like a daisy,
Sweet Clouds, why man horses racing high?