Try to learn from the blue-jay,
let him teach you
his magnificent song.
Then will you ever be,
then will you ever be?
This is how you will be free.

A slave of magic,
heart of ice.
Slave of her,
one not nice.
A witch's spell,
princess's hell,
for her father to pay.

A slave of witches,
So devious,
Smashing away,
pure innocence.
They scold her,
they told her,
the only way:

Try to learn from the blue-jay,
let him teach you
his magnificent song.
Then will you ever be,
then will you ever be?
This is how you will be free.

A boy's young dream,
fallow the bear
Went to the village.
The people stared.
He saw her,
talked to her,
and she remembered to:

Try to learn from the blue-jay,
let him teach you
his magnificent song.
Then will you ever be,
then will you ever be?
This is how you will be free.

The elven guards,
they took him away.
Witches commanding her,
she must obey.
So they tired him,
so they beat him.
And she knew what it meant to:

Try to learn from the blue-jay,
let him teach you
his magnificent song.
Then will you ever be,
then will you ever be?
This is how you will be free.

The bird was he,
the princess, she,
It all seemed to be.

But the final blow,
made his pain grow,
and then she truly knew
what it meant to:

Try to learn from the blue-jay,
let him teach you
his magnificent song.
Then will you ever be,
then will you ever be?
This is how you will be free.

This is how you will be free.

(This is how you will be free)