In the morning I saw many many burning birds

They were falling from the sky onto the ground

In the evening I saw his father mother and his brothers

And their faces seemed to never never turn red

Always he is under control

Those panics he might hide them in the nights

All because of it won’t take him that long

Then the silence comes to the stage of life

Closer and closer

Closer and closer

Closer and closer

Closer and closer

In the morning I saw many many burning birds

They were falling from the sky onto the ground

In the evening I saw many many burning birds

They were falling again

We were falling again

We will never ever turn back

Never ever turn back

Always he is under control

Those panics he might hide them in the nights

All because of it won’t take him that long

Then the silence comes to the stage of life

Closer and closer

Closer and closer

Closer and closer

Closer and closer