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Old feathers fly in cold winds

Following the voices of hundred years

Old feathers fly in cold winds

Following the voices of thousand years

Dark waves crashing in the night and lightning flickers in the sky

No shelter in his sight all alone he flies

In the storm

He spreads his wings and flies higher

Despite all threats he moves on

He knows there's a kindred spirit

You're never too far from home

Storm clouds are gathering and

Thunders roaring in the dark

Voices whisper in the night

Rough cliffs pierce the sea

In the storm

he spreads his wings and flies higher

Despite all threats he moves on

He knows there's a kindred spirit

You're never too far from home