Bird - Indians

Bird in a tree

It is on its way

Oh, with no one to blame

Climbing a hill

It is me again

Oh, it’s always

The same

But on the top

We will find love

But oh bird you flew away

On our way we will have hope

But oh bird you flew away

Our walks are now across

The field

But I feel that you’re still near

But anyway

But anyway bird

But anyway

But anyway bird

Bird likes to be

But it can’t stay

Oh it’s always the same

Flying the hills

It’s you again

Oh with no one to blame

But on the top

We will find love

But oh bird you flew away

On our way we will have hope

But oh bird you flew away

Our walks are now across

The field

But I feel that you’re still near

But anyway

But anyway bird

But anyway

But anyway bird