You sing, my bird, sing.
In captivity the future, wrapped.
Because I know rose will bloom
At the heart of the ice forgotten.
Hope is long gone,
You sing, my dear, don't give up.
For life depression winter...
Even without the sun, and you try.
Open your wings winds
That turn their pain of separation.
Your dawn said will not give up,
The night of pity the bitter Hemlock.
You sing, my bird, sing
And though the pain of the burning, don't give up.
Bloom is still a favourite rose,
Your sun will rise, try...