Why does one get the feeling of wanting to swim with them to the eternity and back to just be with them, to become them?
Really, I cannot answer this strange feeling but "The White One" (as it is called in Russian) just captures attention with its beauty. Maybe it is its looks, its mysterious being, its dreamlike behaviour, maybe just the fact that it looks pure, untouched.
Even the name is strange, hard to sense. Beluga. "The White One".
Oh, how amazing would it to be one?
Baby beluga in the deep blue sea,
Swim so wild and you swim so free.
Heaven above and the sea below,
And a little white whale on the go.
Baby beluga, baby beluga,
Is the water warm?
Is your mama home, with you so happy?
Way down yonder where the dolphins play,
Where you dive and splash all day,
Waves roll in and the waves roll out.
See the water squirtin' out of your spout.
Baby beluga, oh, baby beluga,
Sing your little song, sing for all your friends.
We like to hear you.
When it's dark, you're home and fed.
Curl up snug in your waterbed.
Moon is shining and the stars are out.
Good night, little whale, good night.
Swim so wild and you swim so free.
Heaven above and the sea below,
And a little white whale on the go.
Baby beluga, baby beluga,
Is the water warm?
Is your mama home, with you so happy?
Way down yonder where the dolphins play,
Where you dive and splash all day,
Waves roll in and the waves roll out.
See the water squirtin' out of your spout.
Baby beluga, oh, baby beluga,
Sing your little song, sing for all your friends.
We like to hear you.
When it's dark, you're home and fed.
Curl up snug in your waterbed.
Moon is shining and the stars are out.
Good night, little whale, good night.
