Oh, how I long to be high in the sky
Being carried on high by the winds!
Can you hear the cries of distant falcons?
Do you see them soaring to the heights?
Do you see them soaring to the heights?
Come fly and play in the highest clouds;
Come soar and glide on the swiftest winds!
Look and marvel at the earth below you;
And, for once, have not a care in the world.
The falcon and the eagle are my brothers;
The wind in the sky is my soul!
I await the day when I can join them,
I long for the day when I fly free!
How high I wish to fly;
Do not stop me now, for I must fly free!
Or I'll never be on high in the sky;
Be carried to the highest of heights!
Never hearing the cries of distant falcons;
Never seeing them on high…