This red balloon with broken string is floating into the sky, br I watch it swaying and jerking, as it enters the atmosphere, br Lost sadly to this earth of ours, it now says a last goodbye, br Sailing towards the fleecy clouds, it invites the wind to steer. br br Had a small hand let go the string, so escape was rather fast, br Twirling away, those powerful currents assuring a final climb. br Slowly receding into the blue, disappearing back to the past, br Lost in that extensive vast place, a gap in space and time. br br Unencumbered now, it unhurriedly continues to journey on, br Perhaps it was a child's treasure, a simple pleasing thing, br Thinking about it, to whom I wonder, did it once belong, br This red balloon, that's floating with a trailing broken string.