Little bird
You're hiding in my room,
Appearing with the moon,
But I can’t hold you in my arms.

In my soal 
I feel your burning wings,
Don’t know, how it seems -
Sometimes it makes me so disarmed.

Sun is rising, night is dying, and I’m just singing my song

Can you fly,
My bird,
Or are you inexistent
Can you fly,
And tell 
My love how I miss him. 

Little bird,
My summer has begun,
I’m sitting in the sun 
And waiting for my icy heart to melt. 

Little bird,
So please just tell me, why
He didn’t say good bye,
Deciding only to pretend? 

Sun is rising, night is dying, and I’m just singing my song

Can you fly,
My bird,
Or are you inexistent
Can you fly,
And tell 
My love how I miss him.