Anil

Before the sun is up, I climb upon a mountain top
To see the balloons
The pilots are bringing them soon
For the morning

I find my favorite place, a stone beside a windmill base
From here I can see it all
The fields and the town walls
In the dawning

I like it up here
Where no one gets to see my face
Where no one mocks me, bothers me, or calls me names

And as I wait, I pray that one day I will leave this place, and start all anew
Ride with my mom, the balloon
Drift with the winds far away
Where I might find a true friend

I feel the warming rays of sunlight shining on my face
The sky is burning
In the breeze, the windmills start slowly turning

And down below
Balloons are filled with air with two already standing there
The green and the violet one
And the people are climbing on
They all seem to be taking off at once

The sky is full of them
The hot air makes them rise higher and higher in the blue
A fleet of giant balloons
They could be flying with the winds
All the way to the moon

And as I watch
I know that one day I will leave this place and start all anew
Ride with my mom, the balloon
Fly with the winds far away
Where I will find a new friend

I close my eyes and for a moment
I can rise higher and higher in the wind
My mother named me Anil
But I'm not free until we have finally left from here

I watch them fly away and all their colors are so beautiful
And bright in the sky
I get up and wave them goodbye
And on my way down the hill
I smile for a short while

I know that one day I can ride with them and leave this place to start all anew
Fly with my mom, the balloon
Drift with the winds far away
Where I'll meet my new friends