As the sun breaks, above the ground, An old man stands on the hill. As the ground warms, to the first rays of light A birdsong shatters the still. See the madman in his gaze. R: Fly, on your way, like an eagle, Fly as high as the sun, On your way, like an eagle, Fly and touch the sun. Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears Looks the old man in the eye As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd In the name of God my father I fly His eyes seem so glazed Now he knows his father betrayed Now his wings turn to ashes to ashes his grave. R: Fly, on your way, like an eagle...