I want my hands turn into wings,
I want to leave the marks and fly away.
I fell the wind and how it sings.
Don't say me stop again and come that may!
I'm bird, I'm free.
I can fly - you'll see!
I rise up to the Sun,
To the ocean I go down.
Don't profane my light dream,
Don't turn it into steam.
Let me out to the sky,
Don't lock up me - I'll die!
My wish to touch the sky by hand,
Don't offer me the golden cage.
I'll reach the planets - they're grand.
To reach an unattainable - my future stage.
I'm bird, I'm free.
I can fly - you'll see!
Wind turns hands into wings,
I hear the holly bell rings.
We'll see the way of Good.
It was made of golden flowers.
I go up where, I feel the power.
I'll stay alive,
I'll pray for freedom!
The mountains high is my palace,
I built on the rainbow my castel of dreams,
I see the starlight in the future's screen.
Bird 10 07 99-13 07 99
© Copyright: Hs, 2002
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