The song of the gliding band Blackbird

Worry, emptiness and loss

The joy of freedom and indulgence

Forget all the shackles

Chatter on and on

The pain of injury

Take off all the gear and roar

A whirlpool in which the pulse stops

Breaking the peace of life

You have to be brave to get it

To break

All the shackles

If you really want to be free

With the new direction of the brave rush

To break

All the shackles

If you really want to be free

With the direction of the heart does not bow

Worry, emptiness and loss

The joy of freedom and indulgence

Forget all the shackles

Chatter on and on

The pain of injury

Take off all the gear and roar

A whirlpool in which the pulse stops

Breaking the peace of life

You have to be brave to get it

To break

All the shackles

If you really want to be free

With the new direction of the brave rush

To break

All the shackles

If you really want to be free

With the direction of the heart does not bow

A noisy voice

Buzzing like flies

And hot and dry weather

Disturb my heart

Pen without water

The piano is not covered

Dog shaped clouds

Rain that can't come down

The broken glasses are covered with thorns

The damn drill doesn't seem to know how to rest

The untimely couple nearby

I'm going. I'm going. I'm going to be out of breath

Sink to the bottom

To break

All the shackles

If you really want to be free

With the direction of the heart does not bow

No bow, no bow, no bow