Bird of paradise

Bird of paradise

I clearly remember

My golden black bird

In my own paradise.

I remember it's brown eyes.

I already know it,

That song what it told me

Wich still does fly

In my own paradise.

And sometimes I can

Hear that sound again,

I know it doesn't lie

'Cause that's my paradise.

 I don't get it, but I know

What does it mean at all.

Again! It will rise,

My bird of paradise.

 I won't let it out of my hands

Until my whole world ends.

I won't let it again to fly,

'Cause I need it in my paradise.

 I want to hear you

I want to feel you

I just need you!

 I'd like to bring back love

To my own paradise.