Текст песни
And again I feel wings on my back
And again there’s the sky over me
My dream carries me far away
From my worries, my thoughts, my days
Who to forgive, who to forget
Who not to wait for, who to love
It’s the sky that decides above
Who gets war, who gets peace and rest
And the thread is thin, yet so long
And sometimes the hand will shake
Of the one who’s pulling the thread
All we can do is pray
We were never allowed to choose
What will be is meant to be
And this little fragile thread
May become our way to be free
And again I feel wings on my back
And again there’s the sky over me
And maybe, yes, it still could be
That I’m pulling the thread too
