Beyond this sky, there must be yet another sky,
On the Mountains and off the clouds, there must be the abode of rain,
On the wings of breeze, I am off somewhere,
Where my path twirls, at times soaring, at times forking.
On these long roads, everybody must be rushing along,
Like the leaves of notebooks, the days must be turning too.
The evenings, like mornings, must be dazzling bright,
beyond this sky, there must be yet another sky.
The ground beneath my feet is eloquently moving,
The sunshine’s chilly, the shade’s burning bright.
For this earth and for this land, must be another sky,
Beyond this sky, there must be another sky,
Shining bright, Showering light…….