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Far, far away, where the birch wouldn't grow
Far, far away and where the wind freezes your face
There you won't be alone

I would rather fly with eagles, to the snow hills
I would rather run with wolves, between the trees
I would rather be with trees, than in the middle of noisy streets

So far away, My mind flies to the moon
Far, far away, I can see what happens soon
And what's most important
Far, far away, where the birch wouldn't grow   Far, far away and where the wind freezes your face   There you won't be alone      I would rather fly with eagles, to the snow hills   I would rather run with wolves, between the trees   I would rather be with trees, than in the middle of noisy streets      So far away, My mind flies to the moon    Far, far away, I can see what happens soon   And what's most important