On the balcony, where the sun hits the most
Watching the birds fly by, no
I want to know where they are flying from
I don't want to know where are they going, a hundred
Birds flying
The day you said goodbye to me, the
Time stopped or me
It seemed
And between the two there are words
Written with wind, there is no need to say
Where are a hundred birds flying
In one hand there are words written with fire, and in
The heart there are a hundred fewer birds
No need to say where they come from
Flying, no need to say where go
A hundred birds flying
No need to say where they come from
No need to say where they are going
No need to say I want one in the hand
No need to say where they are going

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