Esta canción se merece una entrada para ella sola.

As the sun breaks, above the ground,
An old man stands on the hill.
As the ground warms, to the first rays of light,
A birdsong shatters the still.

His eyes are ablaze,
See the madman in his gaze.

Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun.
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly touch the sun.

Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears,
Looks the old man in the eye
As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd,
"In the name of God my father I'll fly!"

His eyes seem so glazed
As he flies on the wings of a dream,
Now he knows his father betrayed
Now his wings turn to ashes, to ashes his grave.

Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun.
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly touch the sun.


Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle.
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle.
Fly touch the sun,
On your way, like an eagle.
Flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Fly as high as the sun!
Aaaaaa!