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deep forest – freedom cry lyrics

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so he/she is listening to the whooshing of the rain
let him/her go to his/her not-too-long-ago seen master
early morning i look up at the sky
fine pocket knife, the rough-bread is being cut
little calf’s trouble has also been cut here
early morning i look at the sky
my little angel

so he/she is listening to the whooshing of the rain
let him/her go to his/her not-too-long-ago seen master
early morning i look at the sky
there is a bird, who will carry away
my little angel

i am buried in it alive, alive
i am turning yellow, heavily
mommy (meaning ‘wife’), i will write when i am free

my little angel

so he/she is listening to the whooshing of the rain
there is a bird, who will carry away

my little angel

early morning i look upward at the sky
so he/she is listening to the whooshing of the rain
there is a bird, who will carry away
let him/her go to his/her not-too-long-ago seen master

- deep forest lyrics

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