Firebird’s Flight

Born from the sun he flies over the dawn
Where he drinks the dew that the world gives
His plumage revives the chilly day
Heard is his song (x4)

Looking down, generates tears
To heal the pain of the world
While building the nest of his setting
Every five-hundred years he reaches it
Heard is his song (x4)

Time came established, heard is his crying
With stars his sacred history is completed
With his wings fanned the fire
His courage was thrown inside
From his own ashes so revive
And firebird’s flying is undertaken again