There's another missing bird, it's the eagle,
I love to watch alone in the dazzling winds
I love it so much: it's the eagle.
He knows more how to flap its wings like terrifying angels,
When I see it the embodiment in flight; nothing is missing . It's the eagle.
You see me waiting in the horizon watching in the theatre.
Oh I m pacified nothing is missing again
Nothing is It's the eagle.
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