A lonely seagull in mid-flight flies free
As soaring upward, diving down he goes,
Free flying without assist of any kind
Able to keep this pace the whole night through.
A lonely seagull only knows of the
Celestial beauty of the endless skies,
Perpetual as the rising of the sun,
Eternal as the wind that always blows.
While flying on the wings of time, he soars
Up, then turns, changing course, climbing now,
Impossible for man to know that this
Free bird of sea could never be tamed.
On downward flight the bird emits a cry,
A cry of loneliness, for to be free
Means being alone.
Fly high, lone bird, fly high