To reach the unreachable To touch the untouchable To face the unfaceable Was the dream of Ikarus And though he had to fail He'll remain unforgettable. In the twilight that the morning brings High upon the cliff he spread his wings Where the wind was blowing wild and roaring And took him up to where the birds are soaring. Like a seagull he tried to fly Like a seagull up to the sky High and higher With feelings of surrender Coming far too late. Flying high he felt so light and free From narrow-minded mediocrity And Euphoria led him to believing That his slimsy wings would safely lead him. To the boarders of the universe To his restless mind's eternal berth No more yesterday and no tomorrow No more longing for the end of sorrow. Like a seagull he tried to fly