《The Leading Bird》歌词

[00:00:00] The Leading Bird - Markéta Irglová

[00:00:19] Clouds descend on grass grown wild,

[00:00:28] Tall and grand, lush in hand.

[00:00:37] They bend in air as man in prayer.

[00:00:47] I'm weaving through, trying to get to you.

[00:00:58] I'm running past birds of dawn,

[00:01:07] They sing like heaven, they're leading on.

[00:01:15] Yet I don't see slow motioned wings,

[00:01:24] Like gold in sun, how it could be won.

[00:01:34] White as snow silk-feathered doves.

[00:01:43] Eternal glow, they easily know.

[00:01:54] That life is grand in all its shapes,

[00:02:03] Whether it gives, whether it takes.

[00:02:12] That I am you, you are me,

[00:02:21] Loving grace can set us free,

[00:02:28] From sprinting far, above, beyond,

[00:02:39] Being our own strong magic wand.

[00:03:57] I’m pushing through, though knowing this,

[00:04:06] Thinking it all falls behind the next abyss.

[00:04:15] I’ll get there soon and dwell there some,

[00:04:24] ’Til it’s time for the next cloud to come