Ah! If I had the wings of an eagleI would stay high up in the skyso I wouldn't touch the demons on earth,the hatred, the intrigue, or the envy.
If I had the wings of an eagleI would fly fearlessly everywhere,I would tear the mask off human envyand trample it underfoot.
If I had the wings of an eagleI would throw hatred and jealousy into the abyss,let them smash to pieces at the bottom of the gorgeso no trace of them could ever be found again.
Ah, if I had the wings of an eaglehow many things I would want to do differently,I would free us from the yoke of intrigue,from the mockery that ruins everything.
If I had the wings of an eagleI would carry the simple man on my wings,I would take him to the promised landwhere the sun rises without malice.
