Peter, Sue and Marc - The Byrds of Paradise | Текст песни

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• The Byrds of Paradise

…Who are you? Who am I?
Is it real to touch the sky?
«Nothing’s real for the sky», -
Said the birds of paradise…

I’m afraid, can’t you see?
Tell me, where you carry me?
«You will soon realize!» -
Said the birds of paradise

Flying home, flying home
To the land that you once had known,
To the peace that once was true
For a little girl like you…

Flying home, flying home
From the world that is made of stone
Till your heart is light and free
Like it once was meant to be…

How can i go ahead.

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