My Sweet Home

Once I heard a sweet song 

Of a little bird

Shivering in cold

Outside of my window.

I said: O' little bird, come, come, come,

He made a little glance at me.

And said: No, no, no.

I cried: Why, why, why?

I will give you food to eat, 

So beautiful house of mine to live in.

He replied: No, no, no.

Because I like my Sweet Home,

Sweet Home, Sweet Home

In the branches of the tree.

And he laughed and laughed.

Shook his little tail

And away he flew.

Disappeared in the blue sky.

Went in vain

All my efforts.