John Hoksville - Bird Of Glass | Текст песни

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Bird of Glass doesn’t fly anymore.
It closed in a cage, made of gold.
Its’ eyes, like a silver ore…
Blinded by poisonous salt.
Bird of glass is a secret treasure.
It’s hidden from the man's eyes.
It’s saved from the erasure.
But without freedom it dies.

Chorus:
My heart like a Bird of Glass.
It’s fragile and afraid of your claws.
It could be broken in a million of shards.
So be careful, when choosing your words.

You bring Bird of Glass in your hands.
But why you crying in vain…
When it breaks, it turns to sand.
Calm down, there’s nobody to blame.
Burn the rest of the wings in the flame.
Give them freedom again.
After all, I can claim:
Bird of Glass is not a thing to play.


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