Born from the sun he flies over the dawn
Where he drinks the dew that the world gives
His plumage revives the chilly day
Heard is his song
Looking down, generates tears
To heal the pain of the world
While building the nest of his setting
Every five hundred years he reaches it
Heard is his song
Time came established, heard is his crying
With stars his sacred history is completed
With his wings fanned the fi re
His courage was thrown inside
From his own ashes so revive
And firebird’s flying is undertaken again
The same creature is born
Younger and stronger resumes the road
He shines again in his desert and returns home
He is unique and eternal as the soul of each one
Heard is his song as an anthem
His history and soul will be ancient
Time came established, heard is his crying
With stars his sacred history is completed
With his wings fanned the fire
His courage was thrown inside
From his own ashes so revive
And firebird’s flying is undertaken again
With his wings fanned the fire
His courage was thrown inside
From his own ashes so revive
The firebird’s flight has already started
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