On a sunday morning I opened my eyes And a little bird sat at the frame of my big window It took a look at my room and then it looked at me And this is what the bird said "Hey human being where hav all the good times gone When all the birds were singing 'we're free To go everywhere and make it here There's a place for you and me'" "Yes it hurts", said the bird "We're many but we're tired To fight against your machinery" And he opened his wings and flew up high And this is what the bird said Ah ah ah And he opened his wings and flew up high And he opened his wings and flew up high And he opened his wings and flew up high And he opened his wings and flew up high