Flying Lady from Gently sailing by birds of unknown

Go ahead,
you won't see my reality,
I closed the window.
All you hear is melody
of the broken people
catching blue birds' feathers.
I hear blue sea,
my wings, they will spread
and I'll fly
and I'll fly
over seas,
over seas.

Watching people through the window of a cloud,
catching fear of the lonely lady
standing out of the crowd.
She's observing falling leaves of dying trees,
the sun goes down and she starts running to find the ease.
The lady stops and she starts dreaming of the bird.
I'm still flying, I can see her smile.

Lady flies,
lady flies,
lady, lady flies.
I hear blue sea,
blue bird’s singing,
she is dancing.

Go ahead,
you won't see my reality.

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