The sun is rising over the red sand, The bush awakes, the wind whispers low. The emu steps, the rhythm carries him on, In his eyes, a wild gleam starts to show. Emu runs through the bush, through the space, Neither time nor shadow will stop his pace. Always forward, onward, without an end, A bush odyssey goes on, day by day. Through bushes and rocks, among trees and grass, Emu strides, leaving tracks in the dust. No map, no plans, a goal in his heart, In his movement, freedom like the wind's gust. Emu runs through the bush, through the space, Neither time nor shadow will stop his pace. Always forward, onward, without an end, A bush odyssey goes on, day by day. I look at him and think: can I Run like this, never looking back? With determination like an emu, rush through life, To be like him, searching for the truth. Emu runs through the bush, through the space, Neither time nor shadow will stop his pace. Always forward, onward, without an end, A bush odyssey goes on, day by day. Emu runs through the bush, through the space, Neither time nor shadow will stop his pace. Always forward, onward, without an end, A bush odyssey goes on, day by day.
