Oh, clipped wings birds!
Truly know what I have been
and I’m really proud of me.
Oh, clipped wings birds!
Flying down
couldn’t get to touch the clouds,
but nonetheless the bird flies by itself
that calling so clipped wings bird.

Oh, clipped wings birds!
My grandfather did like me,
seeking gold beyond the sea.
Oh, clipped wings birds!
Still keeps hope,
waiting long to give the stroke,
but nonetheless the bird flies by itself
that calling so clipped wings bird.

In my first years I spread my wings
to sail my heaven and search my dreams.
Should I have wanted something else?
Some music in good company.
But the things of life
cut the feathers that
make up these wings and no take flight
your wishes.

I met my dear folks carefully,
playing country music and living free.
That working in a normal job
was certainly not going with me.
But the things of life cut
the feathers that
make up these wings and no take flight
your wishes.

Oh, clipped wings birds!
My friend really thinks of me.
It is surely what you see.
Oh, clipped wings birds!
Maybe it’s so
and I have to say no more,
but nonetheless the bird flies by itself
that calling so clipped wings bird.
That calling so clipped wings bird...
uh, uh, uh, uh!