Oh my God is it really [bad word]  This bourdon is so nice

Who ordered me such curious surprise?
I hear my love is skirling somewhere near in the sky
Close to angels dancing high above

I can fly, yes, I am alive
I can glide and dive into the clouds
It’s my flight, flight in Paradise
Young again. Here you never die

Happiness in heaven
Way to Paradise
People turn to angels
While the bagpipes cry

Tell me what’re you made for?
Need eternal life?
People turn to angels
While the bagpipes cry

I’ve got wings, I swop my songs to flight and it’s divine
Here there is no money and no fame
All that [bad word] from here and has its proper time
Earth is a stop between the sky and flame

I can fly, yes, I am alive
I can glide and dive into the clouds
It’s my flight, flight in Paradise
Young again. Here you never die