When the hands of the wind, broke the cage of the captive bird, he no longer had the will to fly When the swallows, started letting us know it was spring, he no longer loved to sing
The sky was no different from the cage to him anymore For flying high, he had no joy in his wings, anymore
The joy of flying, through the clouds, towards the forests; far away, Is no longer in the dreams of that patient bird
But suddenly, there came a moment; the moment of taking flight and freedom, between fear and hope
The moment when the window, made the wall burst into tears The image of a clear sky, reflected in his eyes
The weary bird flied and saw the bright horizon In the fresh air of the meadow, he reached the stars
[It was] a pure and majestic moment; when he took a leap in the dark and away he went He took off from the field and flying high, away he went
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