I want to tell you: "See, see the sun"
I want to tell you: "Don't fly too close"
You know your wings are made (made) of wax
We have only one choice,
We have only one chance
I want to tell you: "Don't, don't be brash"
I want to tell you: "Keep, keep the faith"
You know we will escape from this shit
We have only one choice,
We have only one chance
Like eagles we will get away
The prison will be a memory
Like eagles we will get away
The prison will be a memory
Like eagles we will get away
The prison will be a memory
(No)
You will fly
You will fly
You will fly
You will fly
You will fly
You will fly
You will fly
You will fly
You will fly
You will fly
You will fly
You will fly
You will fly
You will fly
You will fly
You will fly
You will fly
You will fly
You will die