Gulls are gliding through the gale

They seem to escape with the rain
They fly towards the bright dawn…

We are small as these birds
We just have to guess how to float

To fly towards the bright dawn…
Both
Leaded by a pure sound

It doesn’t matter what the others say
They haven’t been to this place
They haven’t got our wings to get higher

To fly towards the bright dawn…
Where we could stay
Just on our own

We’ll fly to the bright dawn…

To fly towards …
To fly towards …
To fly towards the bright dawn…