Who are you who am I? Is it real do we touch the sky? Nothing's real - all disguise said the birds of paradise. I'm afraid can't you see tell me where
Spring came far too early this year: May flowers blooming in February. Should I be sad for the months, or glad for the sky? The birds don't know which
Looked like a blue eyes lonely boy Hair skating to the ground Read the air between the words From the kingdom he was bound In loving, he gave all he could
Traduzione: Peter Hammill. Gli uccelli.
Traduzione: Peter Murphy. Gli uccelli selvatici Flock To Me.
Traduzione: Peter. Uccelli del Paradiso.
