Кто только не пел эту песню, отГражданской Обороны до Peter, Paul and Mary, а написали ее американские летчики во времена Второй Мировой.
Who are you? Who am I?
Is it real to touch the sky?
Nothing´s real for the sky, -
Said the birds of paradise.
I´am afraid, can´t you see?!
Tell me, where you carry me?
You will soon realize! -
Said the birds of paradise.
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Flying home, flying home
To the land that you once had known,
To the peace that once was true
For a little girl like you.
Flying home, flying home
From the world that is made of stone
Till your heart is light and free
Like it once was meant to be.
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How I can go ahead,
When my eyes are becoming wet?
Save your tears! Dry your eyes! -
Said the birds of paradise.
By the time is passing by
Say, how long do we have to fly?
Moon will set - sun will rise! -
Said the birds of paradise.
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Flying home, flying home
To the land that you once had known,
To the peace that once was true
For a little girl like you.
Flying home, flying home
From the world that is made of stone
Till your heart is light and free
Like it once was meant to be.
--
Watch the sun! And here´s the light!
Now I know what I´ve heard was right!
Morning sun can make you wise, -
Said the birds of paradise.
Birds of paradise.
