Paradise
A young boy is crying
His mother is dead
No wind is blowing
Silence all over the world
He feels like a tree without route
Every night he sits on his window
And looks
Above to the stars
Where his mother could be
Somewhere there's a paradise
Where you can be free - smiling at me
Somewhere there is a paradise
Where you can be free - together, honey
Now he is a man
Hating his life
Searching for luck
Riding big horses deep inside
He feels like a tree without route
Every night he sits on his window
And looks
Above to the stars
Where his mother could be
Somewhere there's a ...