[Words: Ahola]
[Music: Ahola]
She was a slave not a wife
There was nothing in life
That she could care for
She had no respect
There was only reject
All around her
Once she had a dream
Of something she had never seen
Of someone in a beautiful scene
A figure of man in black
Said there was no turning back
“Take my hand and come with me”.
He said, “We can fly, fly, fly… fly, fly, Fly!”
[Chorus:]
Now Fly, fly, fly – You and I
Above so high – We can fly
You and I – Now fly!
Was it real or dream?
She could still feel the wind
Blowing her hair and skin
A figure of man in black
Told her that he could come back
In change of her useless life and soul
They could fly, fly, fly… fly, fly, fly, FLY!”
[Chorus]