I walk through my life with unsteady gait The strange wind picked me up under the arms And carried somewhere, and I didn’t care To scatter elf-locks of thoughts The dust of unread days sank on them.
I saw the other side of the wind I saw the other side of the wind In the light of constellation of the night lantents I clearly heard children fantasies, unrealized dreams That were afraid to become forgotten trash.
Sometimes messiahs don’t wanna be messiahs And seagulls refuse to be just seagulls. I wanna be the others, I wanna be myself
Such an irrelevant man Such an irrelevant man
I'm alone like the old man stolen by the sea I'm expelled from the flock like Jonathan Livingston. Do you wanna fly, Fletcher Lind? Do you wanna fly, Fletcher Lind?
I saw the other side of the wind In the light of constellation of the night lantents I clearly heard children fantasies, unrealized dreams That were afraid to become forgotten trash.
Sometimes messiahs don’t wanna be messiahs And seagulls refuse to be just seagulls. I wanna be the others, I wanna be myself
Do you wanna fly, do you wanna fly? Do you wanna fly, Fletcher Lind? Do you wanna fly, Fletcher Lind? Do you wanna fly, Fletcher?