The albatrosses
are flying towards the sun.
The albatrosses
are flying in the silence.
Their wings are pinned
up to the clear sky,
and they look like
white crosses
floating in the blue.
I watch them
and I cry.
But I will pray,
yes,
I'll pray.
I...
I
will fly
up,
up
to go away
and be free
like this.
The albatrosses
are flying towards the sun.
They are flying...
I will never be able to follow them.
My arms are pinned down
to a miserable life.
I am a man,
just a man,
and nothing more.
I'm living,
and I cry.
But I will pray,
yes,
I'll pray.
I...
I
will fly
up,
up
to go away
and be free
like this.
...up,
up
to go away
and be free
like this.