When there's no life around
She makes the desert bloom
Her face is the sun
And the summer is in her womb
The wind wipes away
The dirt from her head
It's time to move
When the leaves land
She flies like the swans of the lake
She won't carry the world on her wings
When she falls, she falls like the lightest snow flake
Melts away before the morning springs
Melts away before the morning springs
So the little heart
Slowly fades away
She perishes again
But is born every day
She doesn't understand
But knows where to stand
It's time to move
When the planes land
She flies like the swans of the lake
She won't carry the world on her wings
When she falls, she falls like the lightest snow flake
Melts away before the morning springs
Melts away before the morning springs
She flies like the swans of the lake
She won't carry the world on her wings
When she falls, she falls like the lightest snow flake
Melts away before the morning springs
Melts away before the morning springs
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