Verse 1

Step by step — up, forward,

The world is painted, it's calling me.

I'm not looking for other people's roads.,

I'm starting my flight — that's my deadline!

Pre‑Chorus

Attachment to a dream is my compass on the way.,

Obsession with goals is like wings growing.

The wind in the back, the sun in the face,

I decide where my start and end will be.

Chorus

My place is where I can fly.,

Where the sky is open, where you want to dream.

The wings are spread, the gaze is directed into the distance,

I found my way — this is my medal!

Verse 2

I fall, I get up, I spin, I fly,