Far, far away, where the birch wouldn't grow Far, far away and where the wind freezes your face There you won't be alone So far away, My mind flies to the moon Far, far away, I can see what happens soon And what's most important I would rather fly with eagles, to the snow hills I would rather run with wolves, between the trees I would rather be with trees, than in the middle of noisy streets I would rather fly with eagles, to the snow hills I would rather run with wolves, between the trees I would rather be with trees, than in the middle of noisy streets
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