When my grounds start to shake,  I will move to the sea.

When my grounds start to shake,  I will move to the sea.

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hen my grounds start to shake,
I will move to the sea, where the air
is salty.

And when they finally break,
I will be the eagle, I will be free.

And if there is no tree nor land to rest,
I will simply fly up – to the horizon
and further. Where no boundaries, but
only the sun and a blue sky awaits.