7 acessos
When the sun shines on the mountains
and the night is on the run,
it´s a new day, it´s a new way,
and I fly up to the sun.
I can feel the morning sunlight.
I can smell the new-morn hay.
I can hear God´s voices calling of
my golden skylight way.
O la paloma blanca,
I´m just a bird in the sky.
O la paloma blanca, over the mountains I fly.
Yes, no one can take my freedom away.
Once I had my share of losing,
once they locked me on a chain.
Yes, they tried to break my power.
Oh I still can feel the pain.
O la paloma blanca,
I´m just a bird in the sky.
O la paloma blanca, over the mountains I fly.
Yes, no one can take my freedom away.