Текст песни
Past the white apple of the moon,
Past the red apple of sunset’s tune,
Clouds from some unknown far-away,
Rush to us, then vanish on their way.
Clouds — white-maned horses racing high!
Clouds — why do you fly without a sigh?
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 meet,
And stay in hand like a daisy sweet!
Clouds — white-maned horses racing high!
Clouds — why do you fly without a sigh?
Please don’t look down from up above,
Take us riding through the sky, oh clouds we love!
