Look look look, there is the aeroplane,
While looking at it, I think I have dropped my sugarcane.
Flying so high! Up in the sky,
No more blues, here it comes through!
Aeroplane, aeroplane, flying over the mounts and plain.
Flew into New York and LA,
Stayed there long until it was May.
The pilot is my father,
And I think he will go farther.
Oh great sky and mighty wind,
Please take my father until the end.
There he comes, looks so happy,
I know that he has flown very wisely.