I'm like a dandelion.
Once my yellow days of childhood will have passed,
I'll fly to the end of the horizon,
Where I will start again.
But 'till then,
Give me this time,
This time of carelessness and happiness.
Give me this time,
Let me shine, make me smile.
Give me this time,
I'm not ready to take off.
N/A: It's about my aspirations to one day leave this place and spread my wings. And about knowing that that day has not come yet.
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