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- Flying home
Who are you, who am I?
Is it real to touch the sky?
Nothing’s real for the sky
Said the birds of paradise.
I’m afraid, can’t you see,
Tell me where do you carry me.
You will soon realise
Said the birds of paradise.
Flying home, flying home
From the world that is made of stone,
Where’s the peace, that once was true
For the little girl like you.
Flying home, flying home
To the land that you once have known.
Where your heart is light and free
Like it once was meant to be.
How can I go ahead
When my eyes are becoming wet?
Save your tears, dry your eyes
Said the birds of paradise.
But the time’s passing by.
Say, how long do we have to fly.
Moon will set, sun will rise
Said the birds of paradise.
Flying home, flying home
From the world that is made of stone,
Where’s the peace, that once was true
For the little girl like you.
Flying home, flying home
To the land that you once have known.
Where your heart is light and free
Like it once was meant to be.
Don’t you found here the light?
Now I know, the start was right.
Morning sun can make you wise
Said the birds of paradise…
The birds of paradise…
The birds of paradise…