Born in a Storm
Multicolored faces, red hands and blue hands
grasp at the shapes in his mind.
Black birds and blue birds are resting on his shoulders,
waiting for their moment to fly.
Multicolored feathers against the sky.
Silver shadows spread over the landscape
Draped over the background as a veil.
And we’re getting drunk while we look into the sunrise
Singing songs of men who had it all but died in jail
We keep our head up high, and voices strong
You taught me how to be Keen of mind and clever.
The ways of the world, where I belong.
We got lost in the middle of the desert
We prayed for a little luck and came out smiling
We looked up above we saw the black and blue birds flyin’
The colors against the sky,
And I know one day they'll die,
As I know one day you'll die,
Cause even multicolored angels die,
We keep our heads up high
We keep our heads … up … high! (2x)