You’re a bird
that never learned to fly.
You’ve never gotten the chance
to use your wings.
Drunken,
the gods raffled your faith.
To suffer from coldness
you were born to a dark nest.
coo coo,
hear how the yard tree's
dove silently sings.
coo coo,
the moon has risen on the sky
Even the wind sighs…
coo coo
They broke your heart
but your wings are intact.
You can still choose
a different kind of faith for yourself.
And there will be the day
when you will fly
You will be able to sing in freedom
and rest as the night arrives.
coo coo,
hear how the yard tree's
dove silently sings.
coo coo,
the moon has risen on the sky
Even the wind sighs…
coo coo
coo coo,
hear how the yard tree's
dove silently sings.
coo coo,
the moon has risen on the sky
Even the wind sighs…
coo coo