And as you see
I have wings on my feet
You can't destroy me
You can't catch me, you can't own me, uh

And all is well, good luck in your disdain
With your thirst for power, with your great Mercedes Benz
And your cotton curls
The wheel of fortune goes, spins, goes, spins
Goes, spins, goes

I am a songwriter, I am a bandit
I am a Quetzal bird
I am a Quetzal bird
I am a missionary, but not a traitor
I am a Quetzal bird, I am a Quetzal bird

Of the brave, of the joyful

In the temple of your house
I make an altar with your memories
That lift me up if I fall, I always feel your presence
Don't cry, don't cry

There's always another opportunity

Free as hares, snow monsters
Free in the field without the smell of fear
What a clever snake, always in the environment

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