I am a sad bird, that with a soft beak,
packs at a stone looking for water.
Just like people, so the birds,
look for the dearest ones, once they depart.
A vision, a rhythm, a feeling, and a word,
did it really go so fast by?
I know well where you are, when and with whom,
I know that the soul chooses its team,
but I can't...
You are missed, oh I miss you so much,
for everything that passed, I miss you.
You are missed, oh I miss you co much,
for everything that comes, I miss you.
I am a sad bird with broken wings,
for the observers so awkward.
In the dreams everything is possible, oh all powerful God,
everything is possible, but to stay awake.
A vision, a rytham, a feeling and a word,
did it really go so fast by?
I know well where you are, when and with whom
I know that the soul chooses its team,
but I can't...
You are missed, oh I miss you so much,
for everything that passed, I miss you.
You are missed, oh I miss you co much,
for everything that comes, I miss you.