Our time has passed. Our time is up. Our ways diverged. I'll try to explain what it is.
You're like a tree, well, I like a bird. I love your branch, I love your leaves, But most of all I love to fly. I can't stand like a tree. I can't stay with you.
I'm not a bush, and I'm not the wind that will stir your leaves. I'm not a cloud, that will come. I am a bird, and I fly away.
You're like a tree, well, I like a bird. I love your branch, I love your leaves, But most of all I love to fly. I can't stand like a tree. I can't stay with you.