FIRELY BIRD IS GLIDING TOWARDS SUN LAST FATHER OF HOPE HAS FALLEN ON YOUR THRESHOLD HIGHEST TIME TO MOVE TO STARS EMPTY SPACES ARE WAITING FOR YOUR VOICE ABOVE EARTH, UNDER HEAVEN BETWEEN CLOUDS - WHERE ECSTASY IS LESDING TIME WITHOUT HANDS, ON WINGS IN DIMENSIONS MIDDLE - WHERE FEELING AND DREAMS ARE DEAD DON'T REGRET FUTURE DON'T WAIT FOR DAWN FORGET ABOUT HARMS, PAY OFF DULL DEBT AND FLY AFTER BIRD, AFTER LIGHT OF SUN ONLY ONE BIRD IS GLIDING ABOVE YOU FORGOTTEN FEATHER IS DESTROY YOUR FORCE EMPTY SPACES WILL PLAY YOUR HYMN AND SILENCE WILL DIVIDE YOUR LOT FOREVER