Wild heart runs through the forest,
it bathes in the River, it climbs mountains,
it flies like a bird and it screams with force
on dark nights it take refuge in the cave while the rain pass, it sings to the moon...
came out the bright sun and the heart is ready, do you smell it? it's the freedom...
maybe it's the madness... maybe it's crazy... maybe it always has been crazy,
but its soul is that of a child.
They say they hear its shouts of joy, they say it talk with the animals,
they say it grew up in nature and its youth is eternal...
its loneliness is its best friend, it never need anyone, it know what to do, i know...
its limit is the sky, I can hear its laugh
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 11:14 AM UTC
Wild heart runs through the forest,
it bathes in the River, it climbs mountains,
it flies like a bird and it screams with force
on dark nights it take refuge in the cave while the rain pass, it sings to the moon...
came out the bright sun and the heart is ready, do you smell it? it's the freedom...
maybe it's the madness... maybe it's crazy... maybe it always has been crazy,
but its soul is that of a child.
They say they hear its shouts of joy, they say it talk with the animals,
they say it grew up in nature and its youth is eternal...
its loneliness is its best friend, it never need anyone, it know what to do, i know...
its limit is the sky, I can hear its laugh
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