I can't count them all
In reality and in dreams
We meet
and we part
And we all walk
I hear the sound of a child's voice
The sound of that voice is nostalgic
I follow the distant memory
And it still flows
I
fall asleep And I wake up with today
Tomorrow
The kindness of the newly born bubbles Is like a dream
Like
a flying bird
ima
La la la la la la la
la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la la la
The kindness of the newly born bubbles is like a dream
Repeating all the events that are going around
The kindness of the newly born bubbles
is like a dream
