The shadows of the past may try to hold me down,
But I have found my wings above this heavy town.
No longer bound by storms that gather down below,
I am a woodlark which soar above the clouds where
currents flow.
Blue sky suddenly turned dark,
No one knew where hope would leave its mark.
In the background spreading sound of a woodlark.
She fought fiercely against the dark like a baresark.
After the unbearable struggle of the fight,
The singing bird bravely took an arc.
...behind her lay the ash and stormy sea,
She stepped into a world forever free.
Where golden rivers flow towards the lea,
And ancient weeping willows cease to dree.
No longer bound by chains of destiny,
Dingin maviliklerin ortasında
duruyorum,
hiçbir yere yetişmem gerekmiyormuş gibi
ama içimde hiç dinmeyen bir yankı var.
Deniz konuşmuyor,
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