Hymnen

Listen to the birds on the wire as they sing
Listen to the beautiful choir of sad clipped wings
They long for spring like a change in the weather
To heal and repair every broken feather
Listen to the birds on the wire as they sing

Hear the sound of warm blooded horses as they flee
Wild and blackened bodies between the forest trees
They run in freedom with tireless power
Run till the sunrise, the first born hour
Hear the sound of warm blooded horses as they flee

They run in freedom with tireless power
Run till the sunrise, the first born hour
Hear the sound of warm blooded horses as they flee