winter is catching up, the glacier's behind our back
born as a fledgling, in a minute a wreck
in no other babies such wisdom a-dwells
nowhere else are wings so tireless found
nowhere else
desolate churches, impassable mess
red Santa hat and Ethiopian jazz
planning to land to get some water to drink
deep in the reed the marshland shares a wink
showing hoof prints
It's a seasonal flight from winter to stay
that's treading in our steps that's treading in our steps
It's a seasonal flight to the Mongolian steppe
Mongolian steppe Mongolian steppe
the glacier behind our back is rolling the boulder drum
last birds on the flyway on the last day of summer
wings of a quail are in the paws of an eagle
beaks tight under the hood of the wing
- I told you tight!
Eskimo tanks are marching over towns
mammocks of ice on the smoking towers
mammocks of ice on the smoking towers
the polar bear and the steel-shining star
- beaks tight!
It's a seasonal flight from winter to stay
that's treading in our steps that's treading in our steps
It's a seasonal flight to the Mongolian steppe
Mongolian steppe Mongolian steppe
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