I was a swallow in my previous life.
I remembe the time I was flying high.
I remembe the sea so deep beneath.
I remembe the ships gliding fast in the breeze.
The wind was singing under my wing.
The waves were rolling in an endless string.
I played with the clouds, I lived in the sky.
To the highest of them I could easily fly.
I am living now another life.
But still from the heavens I hear a cry.
The song of my friends is brought by the winds.
But chined is my body and lost are the wings.