Текст песни Calling

I was born in a cold place, Like you born to die And just like everybody else I wanna fly…yes I wanna fly Lord, give me broad wings, And take me high Please build them strong enough To take me to the sky… Yes I´m calling Lord, I´m calling out your name Yes, I´m shouting at the wind, That my soul ain´t gonna be the same Please show me the Sun, And I´ll show you the moon, You can take anywhere, mama As long as it is soon… Refrão 2x