Idioma Origen:
Sometimes I feel like I´m a bird with broken wings
At times I dread my now and envy where I´ve been
But that´s when quiet wisdom takes control
At least I´ve got a story no one´s told
[Chorus:]
I finally learned to say
Whatever will be will be
I´ve learned to take
The good, the bad and breathe
´Cause although we like
To know what life´s got planned
No one knows if shooting stars will land
These days it feels naive to put your faith in hope
To imitate a child, fall backwards on the snow
´Cause that´s when fears will usually lead you blind
But now I try to under-analyse
[Chorus]
Is the rope I walk wearing thin?
Is the life I love caving in?
Is the weight on your mind
a heavy black bird caged inside?
Say
Whatever will be will be
Take
The good, the bad
Just breathe
´Cause although we like
To know what life´s got planned
No one knows if shooting stars will land
Whatever will be will be
I learned to take
The good, the bad and breathe
´Cause although we like
To know what life´s got planned
Thing like that are never in your hands
No one knows if shooting stars will land
Idioma Destino:
Sometimes I feel like I´m a bird with broken wings
At times I dread my now and envy where I´ve been
But that´s when quiet wisdom takes control
At least I´ve got a story no one´s told
[Chorus:]
I finally learned to say
Whatever will be will be
I´ve learned to take
The good, the bad and breathe
´Cause although we like
To know what life´s got planned
No one knows if shooting stars will land
These days it feels naive to put your faith in hope
To imitate a child, fall backwards on the snow
´Cause that´s when fears will usually lead you blind
But now I try to under-analyse
[Chorus]
Is the rope I walk wearing thin?
Is the life I love caving in?
Is the weight on your mind
a heavy black bird caged inside?
Say
Whatever will be will be
Take
The good, the bad
Just breathe
´Cause although we like
To know what life´s got planned
No one knows if shooting stars will land
Whatever will be will be
I learned to take
The good, the bad and breathe
´Cause although we like
To know what life´s got planned
Thing like that are never in your hands
No one knows if shooting stars will land