- cifra
For her
I would fly the mountains over
But she wears other guys’ pullovers
I'm a bird stuck in a light trap
She derides my embittered flaps
Who’s brave enough to leave the spark?
Who dares to fly into the dark
To the endless emptiness
To the vacancy?
I am under her spell, I adore her bloom
But every flutter ruffles my plume
Drag me out of this gloom
Birds like plaster fall from the vault
Got used to the shine, it is my fault
I fly but I can’t halt
I can’t let go but I don’t want to
This freedom’s a lie but I love you
And you’ll never love me, too
For her
I would fly the mountains over
But she wears other guys’ pullovers
