I want to go back to the desk
To know how to change my mind
Everything's so simple
I want my freedom and to breathe the air
I want to make love till the season changes
Till the coming year, give me my freedom
'Cause sooner or later that crazy madness will pass
That I still feel a bit mine
Give me imagination, I don't want to stay here anymore
I want to fly away, it'll be, it'll be
To go away then get lost, get lost, get lost
Finding ourselves breathing away from the hive
The geography of our time is they force the increase on us
Many myths hide their tears in the wind
But remember that even if I'm far from you
I've always got a kite in my hand
Everything's so simple
I want my freedom and to breathe the air
I want to make love till the season changes
Till the coming year, give me my freedom
'Cause sooner or later that crazy madness will pass
That I still feel a bit mine
Give me imagination, I don't want to stay here anymore
I want to fly away, it'll be, it'll be
Beyond America, beyond imagination
Beyond gravity like a symphony
I want my freedom and to breathe the air
I want to make love till the season changes
Till the coming year, give me my freedom
'Cause sooner or later that crazy madness will pass
That I still feel a bit mine
Give me imagination, I don't want to stay here anymore
I want to fly away, it'll be, it'll be