He(She) is almost 20 years old and already it
(he) is tired of dreaming.
But after the border there is his(her,your)
home(fireplace), his(her,your) world and his(her,your) city.
He(She) thinks that the wired one only és a metal chunk.
Something that can never stop his(her,your) longing for flying.
Free, as the Sun.
When it dawns I am free, as the sea.
Free as the bird that escaped of his(her,your) prison.
And it(he,she) can to the end(purpose) fly.
Free as the wind that gathers my lament and my sorrow(despite).
I walk continuously behind the truth and
I will know what is to the end(purpose) the freedom..