Wounded Swan! How I wish to heal your broken wings! It is so hard to die so young, When everything blooms around And the Sun is shining.
From the clouds in the Sky The rain’s dropping on the ground, Tears are flowing from my eyes, Sorrow is in my heart. I don’t give up my dreams, And I truly believe One day you’ll fly, my Wounded Swan! How I wish to heal your broken wings! It is so hard to die so young, When everything blooms around And the Sun is shining.
All the birds are born to fly In heaven so high, Feeling so free, Reaching eternity. I’m not losing my hope, And I truly believe One day you’ll fly, my Wounded Swan! How I wish to heal your broken wings! It is so hard to die so young, When everything blooms around And the Sun is shining.
One day you’ll fly, my bird!
Wounded Swan! How I wish to heal your broken wings! It is so hard to die so young, When everything blooms around And the Sun is shining. Wounded Swan! How I wish to heal your broken wings! It is so hard to die so young, When everything blooms around And the Sun is shining.