Like a fluffy cloud in the dark blue sky,
The white yacht is drifting in the quiet sea.
I love to sail, to feel like I can fly. 
It is so good just to be light and free.

The salty breeze is playing with the sail,
And bright red sun is shining in the sky.
Deep in the waves, glanced silver mermaid’s tail.
Sailing is magic, you just need to try.  

Under the silver moon and dozen stars,
White swan is swimming in the sleeping sea.
Somewhere, so far away — just noisy cars,
But here are only silence, yacht, and me.

My snow-white sail gives me pair of wings to fly,
I love to dream big, like I will never die.