She was a slave not a wife

There was nothing in life

That she could care for

She had no respect

There was only reject

All around her

Once she had a dream

Of something she had never seen

Of someone in a beautiful scene

A figure of man in black

Said there was no turning back

"Take my hand and come with me"

He said, "We can fly, fly, fly... fly, fly, Fly!"

[Chorus:]

Now Fly, fly, fly - You and I

Above so high - We can fly

You and I - Now fly!

Was it real or dream?

She could still feel the wind

Blowing her hair and skin

A figure of man in black

Told her that he could come back

In change of her useless life and soul

They could fly, fly, fly... fly, fly, fly, FLY!"

[Chorus]

Now Fly, fly, fly - You and I

Above so high - We can fly

You and I - Now fly!