In my dream I step outside my door into the street
The street becomes a river and it sweeps my feet away
Away I fly to far off places, sailing on the wind
The wind whips up a mighty sand storm, clouds are moving in.
Time or distance I don't care,
I can travel anywhere
in dreams (4x)
The Colca Canyon down below, I look up at the sky
The sky is silent as the condors glide on golden wings
Wings outstretched I leave the ground, no fear of falling down
Down below I see the mountains, the sun comes out to shine.