I walk through my life with unsteady gait
The strange wind picked me up under the arms
And carried somewhere, and I didn’t care
To scatter elf-locks of thoughts
The dust of unread days sank on them.
I saw the other side of the wind
I saw the other side of the wind
In the light of constellation of the night lantents
I clearly heard children fantasies, unrealized dreams
That were afraid to become forgotten trash.
Sometimes messiahs don’t wanna be messiahs
And seagulls refuse to be just seagulls.
I wanna be the others, I wanna be myself
Such an irrelevant man
Such an irrelevant man
I'm alone like the old man stolen by the sea
I'm expelled from the flock like Jonathan Livingston.
Do you wanna fly, Fletcher Lind?
Do you wanna fly, Fletcher Lind?
I saw the other side of the wind
In the light of constellation of the night lantents
I clearly heard children fantasies, unrealized dreams
That were afraid to become forgotten trash.
Sometimes messiahs don’t wanna be messiahs
And seagulls refuse to be just seagulls.
I wanna be the others, I wanna be myself
Do you wanna fly, do you wanna fly?
Do you wanna fly, Fletcher Lind?
Do you wanna fly, Fletcher Lind?
Do you wanna fly, Fletcher?
