A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

Una el hombre,
El aliento,
Tenien hijos,
Gustar el oro agua,

let the bridges crumble into ash and dust.
let the stars fear our brilliance.
let the rest of the world drown out what lies beyond
the barricade.
lay down your arms -
i am almost yours.
you need only to surrender.

Let us build a fort
and fill it with love.

jeg har ikke brug for nogle andre
spiser ikke morgenmad eller nogle
andre måltider, har nok i dig og
du sætter dig som lim lige på
min tungespids, du siger ikke så
meget mere
jeg lyver, når jeg hvisker, du skal
lade mig være, jeg taler sandt, når
jeg siger, jeg stadig hader dig for det,
du lod dig selv gøre
med maling under negle lader du
mig ridse overfladen af, du siger
jeg er smuk, fordi jeg ikke ligner dig,
jeg siger, du har øjne lavet af marmor
og du ser oftere bare på
spørger sjældent
for du kender godt svaret, hvis du
tænker dig om en ekstra gang, vil
du vide
at jeg ikke har brug for nogle andre
end dig og dine døsige ord