When I was a little child, I once found a bird lying on the ground
It would not ever fly again
I held the bird up in my hands
I shed my tears over the lovely song that not longer could be heard

Never learn to fly

With dirty hands I dug a hole and gently laid the bird to rest in soil:
A wound in the tear stained mud
My tears wore rain as I revealed the secrets of a tree
A cross of bark to speak through wooden grains:

"never learn to fly"

I sang a song which I remembered my grandma used to sing
For me, when I was sick and laid in bed
Then I cursed that day for showing me my own mortality
For then I knew that all that lives turns cold. Cold and dead
And now time has passed by beneath my wings

(Solo: Kristoffer Gildenlöw)

That was then I'm older now, but still I can't forget that rainy day
I raged against the ending times
Though some day soon my son will maybe find the tree I cleansed of skin
No chain-sling will ever climb its rotten limbs
And when the time has come for me to die, I want to lie beside that bird
Never learn to fly

When I was a little child, I once found myself dying on the ground
And now I'll never ...fly...