A little manchild High up at the window His trembling feet at the line Hey little manchild Do you see the people? From high above they're so kind Do you see the ravens? It's you whom they're calling "Come fly with me We keep on wandering And all the sorrows Are simply staying here"
Fly with me over all nights and days To the eternal place Thereto where all are going 1000 years away 1000 years away
A little manchild Lies there on the road Why in God's name? Hey little manchild Do you see the people? From down below they're so plain Do you hear the ravens? It's you whom they're calling "Come fly with me And all in morning all will be forgotten And you were never here"
Fly with me over all nights and days To the eternal place Thereto where all are going 1000 years away You'll be seeing where it's all begun Who makes the world go round There where we all meet one day 1000 years away 1000 years away
On the 7th of December, 1995, around 6:30 PM, Peter flew with the birds. He was eleven years old. In that same month, a further 3 children flew like Peter. In the following year, 33 more followed. Peter had many friends. In his last letter he said good-bye to all of them. Also to his mother - but not to his father... Due to the impact with the ground, at the post-mortem, Peter's body showed no sign of the terrible mistreatment he had suffered. Later, in tears, his mother said that Peter - wherever he may now be - Need no longer live in fear of his drunken fatherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
