The Mountain

From the top of this mountain
My gaze flies like an eagle and sees life different from mine
People run, they can’t see me, oh oh oh
They are lost in the city

I have the city at my feet
And the sky is my ceiling
My mountain is my place

The smoke coming from the chimneys
Can’t reach me in any way
I'm on top of the mountain
I'm on top of the world
If I could I would show everyone down there
How small are the problems seen from the top of the world