Lonely is the night,
without you
Just as lonely as a shepherd,
without sheep
And where flies the falcon,
in the high sweet air..
Without hunting in the Sprane Valleys deer.
She wears softness as a gown,
She spreads magic all around.
Her feathers still untouched,
takes but nothing,
and she gives so much.
She flies on strange wings,
She flies on strange winds.
She brings strange things,
She flies on strange wings.
She takes off when she desires,
Silence grows on her lips.
She can bring you so much higher,
She spreads love,
on all her trips,
Yeah...
She flies on strange wings,
She flies on strange winds.
She brings strange things,
She flies on strange wings.
Woke up this morning
and this feeling,
came to my head
To fly with her from sky to sky,
‘Cause my mind seemed to be dead.
So I floated up,
towards her,
on my mutilated wings.
But all the blackness,
sings against me now..
It’s the lady of the strange wings,
(It’s the lady of the strange wings.)
Ooooohhh...
It’s the la, its the la...
its the lady of the strange wings,
Aaaahhh...
She wears softness as a gown,
She spreads magic all around.
Her feathers still untouched,
She takes but nothing,
and she gives so much....
She flies on strange wings,
She flies on strange winds.
She brings strange things,
She flies on strange wings.
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