Divine Wind

Divine Wind
(muzyka: B. Wierzbicki, A. Pucukowicz / tekst: B. Wierzbicki)

They promised him fame
When he saw their flyers
Like glittering birds in the air

He wished to be one
Who fly like an eagle
Don't have much burden to care

Divine wind blown as he prepared for death
He prayed and waited for it's long last breath

He wanted to be
A hero of nation
Have medals and long live in peace

But now he regrets
He was so deceptive
He's choice was he's private disease

Divine wind blown as he prepared for death
He prayed and waited for it's long last breath

Fire, bullets and death in the air
Was his destiny
To destroy this ship ahead
Was his reason to live

Divine wind blown as he prepared for death
He prayed and waited for it's long last breath

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