Из альбома: Reflections
Robin, redbreast, looked down, from her nest and saw the world
From a different point of view
She saw, signs of spring, flowers, and everything looked beautiful
Golden and brand new
But hidden somewhere in the tall green grass
Were sharp and shiny shards of broken glass
And she wondered, about what she thought, she knew
Blue bird, flying high, almost touched the sky he sang a song
As perfect as the day
Dancing, through the breeze, over, tops of trees he left his cares
Long ago and far away
But white and fluffy clouds turned into black
I lost him in between the old smoke stacks
And I wonder, is he ever coming back
Just like you I dream of brighter days
But it all seems to vanish in the haze
In my mind I'm free, and I can fly
And I won't give up my wings, or stop trying
Starling, black as night, loved to, take to flight and feel the rays
Of the coming summer sun
Feeling, light as air, never, had a care and every dawn
Was like the world had just begun
But summer sun turned into winter rain
The grey in every day seemed just the same
And I wonder, if I'll see him once, again
Robin, redbreast
Robin, redbreast
Robin, redbreast