I'm flyin', I'm flyin' high like a bird
But my fluttering wings can't keep you from pullin' me down.
I love the feeling when we lift up
Watching the world so small below
I love the dreaming when I think of
The safety in the clouds out my window
I wonder what keeps us so high up
Could there be a love beneath these wings
If we suddenly fall should I scream out
Or keep very quiet and cling to my mouth as I’m crying.
Ce n’est pas toujours la fleur la plus belle
Qui sent le meilleur,
Ni l’oiseau montant sur la plus grande aile
Le plus haut rameur.
Take these broken wings
And learn to fly again
And learn to live so free
When we hear the voices sing
The book of love will open up
And let us in
Take these broken wings
All of us spend our days looking through lenses that are smudged, fogged up, scratched, and some broken. But this herethis pulls you out from behind the lenses and for a few brief seconds gives you 20/20 vision.
Das Leben besteht in Anbetracht dessen, wohin man fliegen wollte, aus Notlandungen.
Der Mensch ist das einzige Wesen, das im Fliegen eine warme Mahlzeit zu sich nehmen kann.
Ein Flugzeug zu erfinden, ist nichts. Es zu bauen, ein Anfang. Fliegen, das ist alles.