sitting on a cloud
hangin' my feet in the air
a faint breeze strokes me
tickles through my hair

'got an ice cream from a balloon passing by
the captain sends a flirting smile

sitting on a cloud
hangin my feet
sitting on a cloud

riding on a cloud
with the wind roaring loud
i have nothing to fear
slippin above the ground
tickling the feet of angels
overtaking jets and eagles

riding on a cloud
flying along
riding on a cloud

(Csordás Gábor)