You are a bird
that never learned to fly
you have never been able
to use your wings
Drunken gods
raffled your faith
you were born in a dark nest
to suffer from cold
Kukkurukuu
listen how the garden tree's
dove sings quietly
Kukkurukuu
on the sky there's a moon
the wind sighs, too
kukkurukuu
They broke your heart
but your wings are entire
you can still choose for yourself
different kind of faith
And there will be a day
when you can fly
you will sing in freedom
and rest when the night arrives
Kukkurukuu
listen how the garden tree's
dove sings quietly
Kukkurukuu
on the sky there's a moon
the wind sighs, too
kukkurukuu
Kukkurukuu
listen how the garden tree's
dove sings quietly
Kukkurukuu
on the sky there's a moon
the wind sighs, too
kukkurukuu