Paloma Blanca
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 born hay. I can hear God*s voices calling from my golden sky-light way.
Una paloma blanca, I*m just a bird in the sky. Una paloma blanca, over the mountains I fly. 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.
Yes, no one can take my freedom away. |