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Flying like a little bird against a strong wind, trembling and falling every time, hoping someone noticed. Standing up, finding strength, because I've charted my own course.
From the north to the south, with and against the wind, from the earth to the sky.
Simply, without aim or purpose, riding the stream of wind - this is the only dream.
Flying like a little bird against a strong wind, trembling and falling every time, hoping someone noticed.
Standing up, finding strength, because I've charted my own course.
Where to, I ask not boldly, what I believe in so strongly,
what I love so much, where I am pulled so strongly.
Where I am fighting against the winds without a map.
And every time I am afraid of falling under someone's feet. That's why my whole aim will be to drop a pile of shit on someone's head.