Fly away
On feathered wings
From labyrinth window
You will spring

Plush blankets
With lies you gain
To free you and father
From fearing pain

Waxen glue  
Hold feathers tight
Pray and pray
You will take flight

Wings flap strong
You now are free
Above the sun
Below the sea

Don't fly to high
Don't fly to low
Melted or soaked
You will drown below

The sun, the sun
Your wings are dripping
Diving and falling  
Through air your slipping

Feathers are gone
Your wings are bare
You flew to high
You're falling through air

Under the waves
You cannot swim
Your lungs are now full
The water will win

Oh poor icarus
You were sure to be free
You flew to high
Now your grave is the sea