As the winter called, Always to be balanced on the wind. Never to land on earth, Always to sail on wind change. Always to glide with the soul of the ever change light. To never ever estimate The reasoning. —The reason for change. Songs of the world gone by. To sail 'round the earth. Re-remembering every single life Of stories taken from the edge of the world. —The edge of the world. She moves around, sailes around The edge of the world. Flying on the wings of all the glory skies That changed our life-light. Seen assailing the dreams Of all our lifetimes. Echoing above the clouds As every dream to give you Bird on the wings of life. —A bird on the wings of love. Circling high above your life-light. —Circling in your dreams.