when i learned to fly
i needed two wings
they are siblings
who help me find my way.
when i learned to fly
i needed two wings
they are siblings:
i learn to live and die.
they are siblings, those two wings
its called birth, darling
and its worth it
to learn to live and die.
they are siblings, those two wings
its called birth, darling
and its worth it
to learn to fly high.
o-Toll. Ich find’s toll. So viele schwunderhübsche Stimmen und ein Rhythmus, der die Worte zart zu mir trägt – sö schöne, mitreißende Worte-o
I will open my wings, to fly and spread the lesson I just learned!
What a wonderfull, hope and strengh giving canon.
Love