See this white bird prisoner of the sky
In its large starry cage
Me, from time to time I feel the same
Like this eternal exile

He, who does not know how to fold his wings
Me, who does not know how to stop

See this white bird prisoner of the sky
In its large starry cage
Me, from time to time I feel the same
Like this tired traveler

You, from all the way down sometimes you call him
He, he would like to land
But he can't fold his wings
And you, you can't fly

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