Format:

Impulse Tracker 2.14v3 IT 2.14

Size:

2915822 bytes

BPM:

105

Speed:

8

Channels:

11

Song Length:

9

Samples:

34

Instruments:

34

Patterns:

8

Tracks:

1

Track length:

88

SHA1:

8478246b6208e30f58ccc1c0770e15b1200ab7d5

MD5:

25c0f822d5807db30b3cd2179efac141

Basty/Seasons and Ronaldo proudly presents:


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The text for all which are unable to under stand by listening:

1. Part:

   One day, dark and cold,
   arises and holds,
   looking into the sky,
   to see something fly.

   Sometimes it's a bird,
   free in the air,
   nothing does it fear,
   cause nothing can hurt.

   Sometimes it's a plane,
   taking up some men,
   they are feeling free,
   if only could them meet.

   Sometimes there's only space,
   and this is only a waste,
   There's so much room,
   to be there is my doom.

Chorus:

   Flying high, oh I want to fly high.
   Flying high, oh I wanna to see you from above.

   Flying high, oh I'm flying high.
   Flying high, ohh-oh flying high.
   Flyinh high, oh I'm flying high.
   Flyinh high, ohh-oh flying high.

2. Part:

   I wanna to go to the airport,
   because I think it's worth,
   leaving them all beyond,
   and listen to this song.

   I wanna to see the lands,
   and hold it in the hands,
   flyinh over the sweet seas,
   just 'round the wheel.

   Wanna to see some trees from above,
   and feel their sweet love,
   I want to cast healings,
   for give me the best feelings.

   Wanna to leave the cars,
   but I know it's hard,
   No! Somehow I wanna to move,
   but it's an endless loop.

Chorus

3. Part:

   There's a wish to break free,
   without paying a fee,
   if I only had a pair of wings,
   which I only could swing.

   There's nothing but to leave the ground,
   not walking in haunt,
   to feel the love of the high,
   and move endless this wide.

   There's a part of me,
   Prepare to meet me there,
   With freedomness I wear,
   it's restored my life seed.

   I know someday it will come true,
   that I see nothing but blue,
   to see the world only small,
   and there is no wall.

2x Chorus

• http://ftp.modland.com/pub/modules/Impulsetracker/Basty/coop-Ronaldo
• http://ftp.modland.com/pub/modules/Impulsetracker/Basty/coop-Ronaldo/flying high!.it

1. Seashore
2. Slow Strings
3. Slow Strings (fast decay)
4. Steel String Gtr:NoName
5. Splash Cymbal
6. Snare
7. Kick
8. Music Box
9. Metal pad
10. Orchestra Hit
11. Helicopter
12. Slap
13. Fantasia
14. Gated Snare
15. Telephone
16. Taiko Drum
17. Flute
18. One day, dark and cold,
19. arises and holds,
20. looking into the sky,
21. to see something fly.
22. Sometimes it's a bird,
23. free in the air,
24. nothing does it fear,
25. cause nothing can hurt.
33. Flying high, oh I want...
34. Flying high, oh I...