In the summer,
In the skies,
We burn the sky at dusk.

Dreaming of fire in the dark of the night,
Dreaming of sunset in the early morning,
We spread our wings and fly.

Painting the skies with brightness,
Painting the clouds with gold,
We burn the skies above.

The rain cannot keep us down,
The winter cannot freeze us in,
Because summer will come once more.