a child, I used to stop and stare Looking in the sky, wondering How, did my life compare So I found thru my desire I could take it to the sky--baby
used to stop and stare Looking in the sky, wondering How, did my life compare So I found thru my desire I could take it to the sky--baby Now, my heart
Превод: Земља Винд анд Фире. Однесите је у Небо.
like some rare eagle on the wind Well it turns and life comes bursting in And the earth you thought would beat you down
It's coming, it's coming Why is y'all runnin'? It's over, it's coming Where y'all going? What y'all running for? It's over, it's moving closer, the sky
the tecs you blessed, word So now it's on, never wasted a slug Time is money when it comes to mine, take it in blood I made it like that, I bought it
say how can it be that man owns the land, can we possess the sky, the wind, the call of the seasons ? Man does not own the earth, but rather the earth
in the now cloudless sky its long red hair blowing freely in the wind... The chariot emerges and with a sharp swift movement the creature takes the reigns
remember If it's something I want then it's something I need I wasn't built for comfort I was built for speed If it's something I want then it's something
later It'll take us too forever I would move heaven and earth for this fire For this ocean, I'd fight for you (ohhh) Let this emotional wind take us
clouds, snowflakes are dancing. The cold fire of winter burns my naked soul. Ethereal snow whirl takes me far from the earth surface. Howling wind, spectral
best Take it in a slump, ha ha, feel it in your chest Conquerin' the world with the words Leadin' the children like herds I can feel it buildin', I'm
my nine spit for the pesos But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this Earth Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked They just
remember your touch without it Let me drown in your ecstasy It's got to be do or die Don't tell me love is just one night I know it's not true There
here on my own, I watch it ebb and flow. Here with the fire burning low, In the honey mist that breathes Crooked maple fingers trembling all around I feel the winds
