He's almost 20 and he's already
tired of dreaming
But across the border his home is lying,
his world and his city.
He thinks that the fence is only
a piece of metal,
something that can never stop
his desire to fly.
Free as the sun at dawn,
I am free, like the sea.
Free as a bird who escaped from its prison
and can finally fly.
Free as the wind which picks up my sorrow and my grief,
I keep walking for the truth
and I will finally know what is freedom.
With love as flag he left,
singing a song,
going so happy that he did not hear
the voice which called,
and he ended lying on the ground
smiling and not talking,
crimson flowers on his breast,
endlessly pouring...
Free as the sun at dawn,
I am free, like the sea.
Free as a bird who escaped from its prison
and can finally fly.
Free as the wind which picks up my sorrow and my grief,
I keep walking for the truth
and I will finally know what is freedom.
Free as the sun at dawn,
I am free, like the sea.
Free as a bird who escaped from its prison
and can finally fly.
Free as the wind wich picks up my sorrow and my grief,
I keep walking for the truth
and I will finally know what is freedom.