There's a beak around my thumb
And I will gonna slide
Through his glowing feathers
That seems like the paradise

You give me that look
Dressing the crown
Above you head
My hand will slide

Grew up in my house
But you had to leave
We both expect
That you come back

Back in the day you used to live
Among me and my mom
You leave behind you nature
That belonged the savage life

You give me that look
Dressing the crown
Above you head
My hand will slide

Grew up in my house
But you had to leave
We both expect
That you come back