I was born in a place,
Made of the concrete and promises,
All I can think about is flying in wilderness,
From where I'm standing I can reach the swallow nest.

I am a blinded bird,
And inside I am all hollow,
When my body will leave this roof I will fly around,
Just like swallow.

My regrets and my dreams,
It doesn't seem like they're gonna [bad word] back to me,
And the sheets on my bed are wet from the sweat,
Because I cannot sleep,
All I dream about is flying in wilderness,
From where I'm standing I can reach the swallow nest.

We are all blinded birds,
But inside we are all hollow,
When our bodies will leave this roof we will fly around,
Just like swallows. 

The cold wind is piercing my skin,
I'm [bad word] within.