Days of summer your end is in sight
so herald the birds on the wing.
Look to the heaven and see how they fly
and hear well the song that they sing.
Southwards they're flying,their home left behind
unchained by the nests that they've made.
They're following the sun as they always have done
not waiting, not wanting, not afraid.
Ask now yourself what your goal is in life,
that's holding you tight as a chain.
Prisoned by progress, desire and greed,
have you traded your freedom for gain?
Trained to be tame from the day you were born,
you can still brake away if you try.
So fight against drudgery, you're relly a man,
awaken and look to the sky.