Les oiseaux de passage - Georges Brassens
"(...) Suddenly, up there in space, a large, slow triangular flight seems to pass by,
it arrives, glides, and moves on. Where are they going? Who are they, so high in the sky? And you sit there watching them,
They are the wild ones, carried away by the wind higher than the mountains, over the woods and the seas, free and never slaves.
They gulp down so much air that you would burst. Look at them now: before fulfilling the dream, their wings will be broken
with bloodied eyes; many will die.
They have a father and a mother and surely they know how to love them as well or better than you do. To woo their wife
or to cook dinner for their mom, they could have become poultry like you, but they are above all children of the chimera,
of poets, of fools..."
thirsty for blue.