I don't remember the name of that town
I don't remember which century it was
But I took you in my hands like a poor bird
Who had been hurt by stupid children
I whispered fairytales about faraway lands
I wanted to bring you at least a bit of joy
I promised to you that I would be back in a month
Although I knew I wasn't coming back
How we hurt those
To whom we give the sky
And of our sweet words
We will have to feel ashamed
And inside my chest there is a cage
And instead of a heart
This poor bird thrashes inside
Breaking its wings
I tried drinking sweet wines to wash away this bitterness
I tried forgetting everything that had been and starting over
But I knew no peace in my comfortable beds
Because this bird was screaming in my dreams
In a strange place where shadows will meet again
After the long road, after the tiresome life
I will ask the kind God for one thing:
For the poor bird
To forgive me
How we hurt those
To whom we give the sky
And of our sweet words
We will have to feel ashamed
And inside my chest there is a cage
And instead of a heart
This poor bird thrashes inside
Breaking its wings