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