Józef Kataczyk/Józef Kataczyk - For Dependence is a House

A dove flew, flew high, high above a field of sunflowers.

A dove flew, flew high, high above the salty ocean.

For it knew, it knew that once it tasted its air,

It knew it'd never come back.

A bird, a bird sat in a cage.

It grew and prospered, but it grew in despair

For it has never tasted its air

for it has never felt its salt irritate its eyes

For it didnt die, killed by a venomous snake.

For it remained safe. For it remained dependent.