Hush... My wings are quivering
when they talk about travels.
I am old enough to fly quite high.
My ancestors are to blame
for my liking for shores and words.
My ancestors are to blame
for the feathers on my back...
On my belly or on my back
I'm flying, I am the bird.
I climb in a spin,
I fall
like a birch leaf.
I swirl, I let go.
I am free, I am the bird.
I am free, I am the bird.
Every evening, I touch the very horizon.
I rest my neck on it, I lay down on it
and inside my body, thoughts of
infinity and love roam.
In the early morning I flee
following all winds
riding the ocean
like a kite.
On my belly or on my back
I'm flying, I am the bird.
I climb in a spin,
I fall
like a birch leaf.
I swirl, I let go.
I am free, I am the bird.
I am free, I am the bird.