Our bird
Wind of change has to blow wave of sea has to storm the sun has to melt and the ice has to burn Do we know what we want do we know where we are do we know every mountain there is to be known We all have to dive in no mans land and the world has to go our steps to the grave Who know how it feels to be nothing at all who know how it feels on eternal flight Open our eyes close them still wind of change has to blow our bird has to fly |