Birds sing
Birds singing outside my window
Perhaps an everyday conversation
Or reproach for what a bird has flown
Maybe a song of lament or arrogance
For us which ears it is to reach
Even filled with vengeance or hopes
A song of longing
Full of memories
A soul in a state of idleness
Tied in by romanza
At a tree's edge
Filling the void with shrillness
Of beautiful symphonies
Translation: "Las Aves Cantan" September 25, 2014
Perhaps an everyday conversation
Or reproach for what a bird has flown
Maybe a song of lament or arrogance
For us which ears it is to reach
Even filled with vengeance or hopes
A song of longing
Full of memories
A soul in a state of idleness
Tied in by romanza
At a tree's edge
Filling the void with shrillness
Of beautiful symphonies
Translation: "Las Aves Cantan" September 25, 2014
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