Like a sparrow in my hands,
a bird, which has no nest,
you were afraid and you stayed
here with me. I warmed you
with my life, when you were cold.
Like a sparrow in my hands,
a bird that was building its nest,
you found your shelter and you stayed
here with me and you warmed me
with your life, when I was cold.
During that winter I was big and strong.
I was your meadow, your territory.
I lifted you high and you were glad.
And you grew up and became independent.
Like a sparrow in my hands,
which were a cage, not a nest.
Have you gained your freedom? I haven't.
And the memory of that beautiful day,
when you flew away, makes me cry.