His dream ...: Being an eagle without thought.
Follow the road straight ...
His desire, it is ... My wish ...:
needs be only freedom, pure, virgin spirit...
My need goes upstairs to the sky, my need is a warrior.
"I need that my thoughts are wearing wings,
my mind must depend only on me ...
I wear a heavy armor to fly
but its weight makes me fall ....
I can not take it off for not burned in the sun ... "
They are just these his words.
How much love for freedom,
she walks straight, she walks straight ... Alone.
Tranquility of solitude a gift to envy,
she walks alone, she walks alone.
Love the melancholy of being alone
just to be quiet and free,
can not have a fixed place, no one can have her,
she walks alone ... She walks alone ...
Like a butterfly-winged steel ...
It can be delicate if to suffocate in the hands
and die to lose a dream,
if you leave taking her to fly away ...
Because she is not like us, she walks alone ....
In her paths straight always smiling
even with the rain on his face and a thunderstorm inside ...
Search in the tranquility and in sorrow knows how to find happiness ..
. She walks alone, we do not understand it ...
But just like me hiding for his dream
of pure tranquility and freedom,
she's her ... She was walking alone.
