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.
