Raise your wings and fly,
make yourself happy,
stone walls, narrow streets...
Paris was always on your mind.

You neglected your dreams
with uncertainty,
searching yourself in love
just to keep your soul swelled up
like a full moon,
but sometimes love turns to illusion,
feelings - to frost,
it takes many springs
to cure disappointment,
and to patch tiny holes in the heart...

Everyone needs to be loved
at least once or twice
in this life...so,
raise your wings and fly,
make yourself happy.