My Black Bird

Little black bird

Near my window

Building a nest

With the Willow.

What's the tidings

To my siblings?

Little black bird.

Sing songs of melody

About the rising Sun,

Before the setting Sun

And the music on Sunday

Through Monday to Saturday.

Little black bird.

How many eggs will you lay?

Between five and eight?

Will you hatch them at night or day?

Before you let them play,

Can you allow them pray?

Little black bird.

How do you come back home

Without roads in the air?

Will you follow a star

When the weather is clear

To find my withered pear?

Little black bird.

Chip - chip...chip, chip.

Your chicks sings.

Save their lungs

And come home with new songs.

Little black bird.

Your babies are trying their wings

To explore the open skies

Where the space is large;

To gain liberty to glide

With freedom to decide.