Who encarved these beautiful birds,and filled their hearts with love?
Who, then fixed in place those wings,
and gave them skies to fly?
The world must have been made for them - heavenly creatures,
always close to their motherland with those exquisite, divine features.
The pilgrims of some destination unknown,
Those birds flying in the sky.
Like those lovers lost in each other's eyes,
waiting for nothing to come
-No matter how close death is,
their journey to life goes on.
That melodious music must be some kind of victory song,
maybe that's why it marks the arrival of morning.
What do you write in those letters, you post in their claws?
They must have had a peek inside, that's why they're laughing hard.