Fly us to the Moon, I whisper in the night, Holding my fish plush tight, it shimmers in the light. The rooftops turn to oceans, carrying me away, A little dreamer drifting in the sky of clay. Shadows dance and voices hide, Magic marks the clouds we ride. Wonders whisper, strange but true, Every step’s a dream come new. Fly us to the Moon, the frog begins to sing, The raccoon dog hugs a silver fish, the heron spreads its wings. We laugh without a reason, we play without a plan, My plush becomes a sailing ship, a gift from dreamland’s hand. Cross the silver sky, Stars are in our eyes. Gentle winds will guide, Sing our lullabies. きみとぼくと なかま たち つきえいくんだ そらをとんで ゆめかほんとか わからないけど Cross the silver sky, Stars are in our eyes. Gentle winds will guide, Sing our lullabies. Cross the silver sky, Stars are in our eyes. Gentle winds will guide, Sing our lullabies.
