The red balloon, your only friend, is captured by the wind
It passes fields and apple trees, and upwardly begins
Through cotton clouds and hazy days, the ocean far below
The red balloon, your only friend, was taken by the wind
But que sera will always be, and you may meet again
It passes fields and apple trees, and upwardly begins
Through cotton clouds and hazy days, the ocean far below
The red balloon, your only friend, was taken by the wind
But que sera will always be, and you may meet again