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Close your eyes
And jump, fall without looking
Birds are flying
Chasing your breeze on the sea

Close your eyes
And jump, fall without looking
Birds are flying
Chasing your breeze on the sea

The march goes backward
A leap and then you fly
The wind just flows
Your hair brushes the ground
The old man just goes
They judge you without a word
A cup of tea
And the mind is condemned

The march goes backward
A leap and then you fly
The wind just flows
Your hair brushes the ground
The old man just goes
They judge you without a word
A cup of tea
And the mind is condemned

Close your eyes
And jump, fall without looking
Birds are flying
Chasing your breeze on the sea