My bird from afar bears
the joy of spring for me.
Over the great wide ocean,
always - flies on the right path .
Perches on a green branch,
good to rest tired bones.
Sings a heart-warming song.
I listen to - life's adventures.
I willingly thank my bird
for this happy message
these sweet clear tones , tones
When Autumn comes again ,
I sincerely pray that
I may sing your song ,
summer visitor, - my little bird .
I willingly thank my bird
for this happy message ;
these sweet clear tones , tones .
You have a refuge deep in the soul,
oh, if I could speak bird language ,
I would weave a song on the guitar.