Who told you who I am?
Who was the very best?
Who was the sea and who the sand?
And who turned it into resentment?
And the bird that was going to fly
Can't even take off anymore
Who told you what I am?
Who was the water and who the dam?
And who was all the tremor?
And the bird that is leaving now
And we flew high like yesterday
That we had arrived here
It even seems like it was yesterday
We forgave ourselves when we knew
That we had reached the end
And it was a way to feel