Day Owl

It’s summertime in the city,

The wind is blowing,

Rush hour time in the centre,

The time of change is coming.

 

There’s a bird flying on top the buildings,

No one can see his shape,

There’s a mysterious bird watching me,

I can imagine his flight in the air                               

I can feel his strange eyes,

I can see his sweet wings,

I can hear his call,

He is the Lord of the sky.

 

He is the bird of shade,

Flying on the wind of change,

He is the guardian of the city,

He is the whistle of humanity.

 

Can’t you feel his presence,

He is the lord of shade,

Can’t you hear his message,

He is the bird of hope.

 

I can feel his strange eyes,

I can see his sweet wings,

I can hear his call.

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Near the corner of the street,

There’s a shadow on the pavement,

Amongst the noise of the cars,

There’s a voice coming from the sky.

 

I would like to share his dance,

Flying with his wings,

Seeing with his eyes,

I’m dreaming of a new space.

 

Carried by the wind of shade,

He is waiting for the night,

To let us dive into a new space

And breathe the air of peace.

 

I can feel his strange eyes,

I can see his sweet wings,

I can hear his call.

 

 

He lives in the middle of the night,

He lives in the middle of our dreams,

He lives in the middle of the dark,

He lives in the middle of the streams.

 

 

I can feel his strange eyes,

I can see his sweet wings,

I can hear his call.

 

 

 

He is the bird of shade,

He has the wings of change,

He is the Day Owl!