White Owl
My white owl
He has so many faces
Inside in different places
He wants to go
My white owl
His feathers are so icy
Soft but sharp
They cut through anything at all
He loves to run
He loves to run
He loves to run
My white owl
He hates to fly
But he was born to run
My white owl
He's not a bedtime story
You will never see him
Soaring over you
My white owl
He is a wide-eyed hero
Of the night
Catching with hunger
Every breath in sight
He loves to run
He loves to run
He loves to run
My white owl
He hates to fly
But he was born to run
He loves to run
He loves to run
He loves to run
My white owl
He hates to fly
But he loves to run
He hates to fly
But he was born to run
Búho Blanco
Mi búho blanco
Tiene tantas caras
Dentro en diferentes lugares
Quiere ir
Mi búho blanco
Sus plumas son tan heladas
Suaves pero afiladas
Cortan a través de cualquier cosa
Le encanta correr
Le encanta correr
Le encanta correr
Mi búho blanco
Odio volar
Pero nació para correr
Mi búho blanco
No es un cuento de dormir
Nunca lo verás
Planeando sobre ti
Mi búho blanco
Es un héroe de ojos abiertos
De la noche
Atrapando con hambre
Cada aliento a la vista
Le encanta correr
Le encanta correr
Le encanta correr
Mi búho blanco
Odio volar
Pero nació para correr
Le encanta correr
Le encanta correr
Le encanta correr
Mi búho blanco
Odio volar
Pero le encanta correr
Odio volar
Pero nació para correr