Текст песни
A brilliant cut of light won't melt away inside my hands.
And if I fall, I'll rise again, and once again,
Above this world I'll climb, I'll race into the sky,
Just like that.
These wings of mine are hard to carry; they frighten people when they see them.
They're not made of feathers; they're something else,
Sharp as blades, with sunlight flashing on their edges.
Fly, fly, through the fear and pain.
Fly, fly, straight through the fire again,
And if I fall, I'll rise again, and once again,
Above this world I'll climb, I'll race into the sky,
Just like that.
These wings of mine are hard to carry; they frighten people when they see them.
They're not made of feathers; they're something else,
Sharp as blades, with sunlight flashing on their edges.
Fly, fly, through the fear and pain.
Fly, fly, straight through the fire again,