Little Bird, nothing makes sense for me.
I used to have friends, but now they are gone.
I used to have a girl, who was pretty like a swan.
And from all the money I had, now I have none.
I look at you, Little Bird,
I look at your broken wings.
And I wonder how, with all the misery in this world,
Still there are people who live like kings
They are the kings of selfishness
The kings of pride
And I am still here, missing my bride
Fly when you are ready, Little Bird,
And take with you this kiss
Tell my girl that
She is the only thing I miss
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