A bird wounded ... a bird bleeding
A bird suffering ... a bird screaming
Yet still flying , still dreaming
His coloured tail is broken
His innocent eyes are full of tears
His pure soul is stolen
His voice did not sound joy in years
A bird wounded ... a bird bleeding
A bird suffering ... a bird screaming
Yet still flying, still dreaming
Oh, his little wings ... of which he can fly
His wound hides underneath
Oh, his little tongue ... with which he can sing
Hurt and the pain mixes with the voice beneath
Oh, his little body can't be lifted high any more
’Cause the wound does not stop getting sore
Yet still flying ... still dreaming
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