Lyrics

The sound of wind through the foliage Makes him want to fly Viewing his kind not far He will stay for now The tree is home so far... We do what we need to keep being well into the wild A nightingale Flying over the mountain The wind carried him away Looking for treats to prevail He doesn't care of the day Which everyone will face Singing a true happiness This planet full of richness As he progresses Going as far as he can He doesn't find any mess Everything is at its place This world cannot be damaged There would be too much to break The sun is already there To my eyes The sky is light Going far Of my path I've made my mind I will try I will fly Out of sight Feeling like he is a part Of a bigger play Why can he fly If it's not gaze Discovering places To make a new day... Playing games, he wants to go as high as he can reach From above the highest tree Flying, I get a chill From the height I feel the heat Coming from the fields From above the highest tree Going under the new leaf's From above the highest tree Everything is small to me Fireflies guide his flight Dancing before he's pass Deep into the forest Trees are getting dense At the border of the sky Rising to get some light He sees the sun go down Getting ready for the night... When the cold covers his plumage with a veil, he feels tired and sleeps When the cold covers his plumage with a veil, he feels tired and sleeps When the cold covers his plumage with a veil, he feels tired and sleeps When the cold covers his plumage with a veil To my eyes The sky is light Going far Of my path I've made my mind I will try I will fly Out of sight The urge to eat the next meal Is very much real Seeing the prey he seek He jumps right on it He feels at home right here... We do what we need to keep being well into the wild A nightingale Flying over the mountain The wind carried him away Looking for treats to prevail He doesn't care of the day Which everyone will face Singing a true happiness This planet full of richness As he progresses Going as far as he can He doesn't find any mess Everything is at its place This world cannot be damaged There would be too much to break The sun is already there To my eyes The sky is light Going far Of my path I've made my mind I will try I will fly Out of sight
Writer(s): Quentin Bazinet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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