From here I can see br The art of the sky, br Shrouded by the aprtments, br But a hundred kilometers br I am on with the open sky, br Which has become a rarity, br Unlike in my childhood, br When I played always br Under the blue open sky, br With my boy fiends, br And neighbourhood gorls, br The open sky was br Always in different hues, br Of blue, pink, orange, br With white, black, blue clouds br Watching which I grew up, br The colours of the sky br Is rarely seen by me, br The delight and companion, br Of childhood which din't speak.