Текст песни




Bird alone, flying high
Flying through the cloudless sky
Sending mournful, sorrowful sounds
Soaring over troubled ground
Bird alone, with no mate
Turning corners, tempting fate
Flying circles in the air
Are you on your way somewhere?
Gliding, soaring on the wind
You're a sight of glory
Flying way up there so high
Wonder what's your story?
Bird alone, flying low
Over where the grass is growing
Swinging low, then out of sight
You'll be singing in the night



Авторы: Abbey Lincoln Copyright: Moseka Music, Bug Music



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