Text skladby Flying
z alba I was living in a zevltown
Autor textu: Petr Vořešák
Flying, flying
birds in the deepest blue,
How I wish, how I wish I flew just once with you.
Outstretching my heavy hands towards the shadowless sky.
Flying, flying
birds up above our heads,
How I wish, how I wish I broke these tight close threads,
And instead of treading the ground just easily fly.
How many times you’d like to fly?
Leave the heavy ground and once reach the highs?
But instead of wings you’ve got just two hands,
That keep you down as two thick strands.
Flying, flying
birds where a fresh wind blows
How I wish, how I wish I hid from my own shadows
In the shoreless and bottomless sky where the sun is so nigh,
Flying, flying,
Birds you are far and far,
If I were If I were lighter just as you are,
I'd take of my iron chains and tell them good bye.
How many times you’d like to fly?
Leave the heavy grounds and once reach the highs,
But instead of wings you’ve got just two hands,
That keep you down as two thick strands.
There is a lot these hands are tying.
Cause that’s not the world
That you can fly in.
