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Nov 2013
The world is starting
now in your hands
everything can happen
but you need to build a fence
The world is starting
starting to rise
a bird that wakes up
and forgets how to fly
But he’ll fly away
cuz he wants to touch the sky
he’ll fly away
someday you’ll be mine

The world is an old bird
but he knows how to sleep
like a stubborn child
forever, you’ll see
In the bottom of the ocean
in some seas, strange tides
old bird, in your world
someday you’ll be mine

I know how to get there
but it’s a place that i’ve never been
it’s a place that you haven’t seen
with your own eyes
I bet you’d think it’s beautiful
and you’d stay, you’d sing
a smile in your eyes
you hair blowing in the wind
You love me, who’d have known
you looked so sad and weak
you forgot how old you were
but you were young again in a blink

The world is an old bird
but he knows how to sleep
like a stubborn child
forever, you’ll see
In the bottom of the ocean
in some seas, strange tides
old bird, in your world
someday you’ll be mine

Well then, be careful
the world is starting in your hands
it’s already rising, there you go
good things never come to an end
So beautiful, it doesn’t look old
flying, flying, flying
in the morning, so cold
Aleska Servian
Written by
Aleska Servian  Brazil
(Brazil)   
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