When the winter's getting closer
So the birds gather
Again to flocks,
that fling to a wild flight
So is restless too
the mind of that man
Who promised to build you
that gentry mansion
They aren't making a nest
that's windproof
Before the snow comes they disappear from here
They aren't making a nest
that's winterproof
Their destination is in the oversea countries
The branches became frosted
You see that the lake has frozen
So you know that the migrant birds
have left from here again
And you also know that
Your room's quiet
When you noticed that it had left
That summertime finch
They aren't making a nest
that's windproof
Before the snow comes they disappear from here
They aren't making a nest
that's winterproof
Their destination is in the oversea countries
They aren't making a nest
that's windproof
They aren't making a nest
that's winterproof
They aren't making a nest
that's windproof
Before the snow comes they disappear from here
They aren't making a nest
that's winterproof
Their destination is in the oversea countries
Only a forest tit
Falls behind that flock
That through a nighttime sky travels with hurtling wings
So you too
get a new partner
and forget that "sky painter"* of the gone summer.