What's the bird dreaming about? It' already been able to fly. Why is it crying? We can't realise Who do they sing about? Who will sing to them,when they die?
The woman,who's leaving me,is changing the warmth to artificial feed. She doesn't hug me any more and doesn't feed with her magic sleep.
The woman ,who's leaving me,wiil never come back we won't be able to understand We don't have our hearts any longer.
They won't come back to our houses. They will never return. We're abandoned children of our beloved birds. We fly up in the sky and then we fall down.
Die! you,the person,who's feeding the other's women.
Die,as we did that without our hearts and with no fear in order
that every bird may peck you and everything inside may cry and die . And all of us ,who was left killed and flung to the ground face down is looks at the sun proudly to remember their home,their warm heart and their woman in it.
The Birds won't come back to their nests, oh yes,I knew that,
The birds love feeding from other's hands.
But in my cold palms I'm living to set myself free and to forget you......