I march to the mountain’s highest top.
Plopedi-plopedi-pop!
I’m rising—never gonna stop.
Popedi-popedi-pop-pop-pop
I tread through forests, never drop.
I crawl through trees, I move with ease,
Then cry aloud: “Who sees through these?”
Now I stand atop the peak,
Among the trees where silence speaks.
I am the one who dares to see
Above the world, wild and free.
I see the moon up here,
See the stars already disappear
As I stand high—tall in the tree
I yell once again: “I am!”
The one, the two… the one two three.
A little is not more than I am enough,
Standing high-high above the tree.
The mountain drops its rocks,
All down her stones,
I fall… broke my bones.
As I yelled: “am I the one who knows?”
Aug 7, 2025
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I march to the mountain’s highest top.
Plopedi-plopedi-pop!
I’m rising—never gonna stop.
Popedi-popedi-pop-pop-pop
I tread through forests, never drop.
I crawl through trees, I move with ease,
Then cry aloud: “Who sees through these?”
Now I stand atop the peak,
Among the trees where silence speaks.
I am the one who dares to see
Above the world, wild and free.
I see the moon up here,
See the stars already disappear
As I stand high—tall in the tree
I yell once again: “I am!”
The one, the two… the one two three.
A little is not more than I am enough,
Standing high-high above the tree.
The mountain drops its rocks,
All down her stones,
I fall… broke my bones.
As I yelled: “am I the one who knows?”
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