Letra de This Bird

On the wings of a storm Flies a bird to warn Time is swiftly running out Soon the end will be born The bird came from her home This world to tell you alone You can have what you wish If you sell what you own I went down to L'America To see his love L'America Many firelights shining down from the lady above Screaming out of her bosom her death from the sons This bird is a dove The brings tidings of If He died for your sins Then He died for your love The bird came from her home This world to tell you alone You can have what you wish If you sell what you own