I keep a bird in this metal cage I hold the key so he won't fly away He won't see the rivers, he won't see the trees. I will keep him locked, I will keep the keys
His white little feathers are covered with dust The joy has gone now, his bones are covered with rust Can you hear him when he starts to sing This bird won't get away if he cannot spread his wingsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
