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 [bad word] 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